“I do not know when love became nebulous,
I know not of another that has felt this way,
Your name is a hand I can never hold or cradle,
Love for her now became a seethe of virtue,

How I loved thee with all my sanity and integrity,
Such a love brought me comfort to my illimitable life,
Now my love merely brought more pain than deserved,
Her love now nothing but ardent wilderness with no mist,

Being a curmudgeon in the life of love is not right,
Love needs to be nurtured as do flowers and trees,
Shall always search for the Sun shine as love nurtures
Search for the same sun shines in hopes love grows,

My life has become the coincidence of a bad retention,
Retention of sight sound and fear of distant apparitions,
I then wonder did she ever really love me did she even care,
Her utterance faded and lost its way over her tongue,

Physique of this matron the dexterity I seek is not puerile,
A dream can come true I can then love someone again,
My aridity line was across the sand for thee my ardor,  
Oh great ocean of the sea that barrows fools like me,

Drab tears of the sea eternal thirst for thee follow me,
Fetch forth afore forlorn subsidies of my adulation,
As my apathy follows with such abiding anguish,
Animus assuage for my psyche as in the deep blue”
  By Andrew Guzaldo © 11/047/2019 #171