“If we were to observe one another
Will we remember we once were lovers,
Inexorably we may have matured,
In all ensuing ways of our love,
Was pure at first then we thought,
I hope that the travails of your pain
Have not weakened your spirit,
That those that surround you are strong,
And for all that you have subjugated,
As sadness has entered attenuating,
Your soul to its minimal strength,
And in the end when I reach for you,
Will you once again beam with the,
Essence of the love as we once shared”
By Andrew Guzaldo 02/10/2017 ©
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
“If we were to observe one another
Will we remember we once were lovers,
Inexorably we may have matured,
In all ensuing ways of our love,
Was pure at first then we thought,
I hope that the travails of your pain
Have not weakened your spirit,
That those that surround you are strong,
And for all that you have subjugated,
As sadness has entered attenuating,
Your soul to its minimal strength,
And in the end when I reach for you,
Will you once again beam with the,
Essence of the love as we once shared”
By Andrew Guzaldo 02/10/2017 ©
By Andrew Guzaldo 02/10/2017 ©
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