"I admit I was afraid to love once again,
Not just for love but to love her anew,
For she was semblance stunning mystery,
She carried chattels deep within her soul,

As of yet one hasn’t had the ability to understand,
I will not be ossified to fail as the others have,  
She was the ocean and I was just a man,
Loving the waves completely afore me,

Where the lovelorn nightingale will sing,
Nightly to thee her sad Song mourned,
Or that of a blood rose in all its silence,  
Translucent wave cilium in gnarled braids,

Those loose trains of dour amber emanate hair,
Hands like a warm elixir upon the crest of my face,
Goddess of the silver lake that lauds to your wish,
That intermittent dreams of years ago moonlit nights,  
My elusive heart will bring a ponderous demeanor,
And I shall have an optimistic vision until my last breath"
By Andrew Guzaldo 03/14/2020 © #185