"As you are concentrating long and adamantly,
As the gust sails of life’s empathies upon us,
That billow through our daily lives my dear,
Those elations we have to decide for imminent,

If this is the sail of misery you bequeath to me,
Than please my dear leave me at the shoreline,
The islet where my roots are that embrace me,    
With the wind sand and my tranquil waves afore,

But remember what you have done on this day,
I shall lift up my spirit here among what I know,
And I will set out to another land an islet of my own,  
If of every hour of a day realize that I am your destiny  

With all the implacable palatableness and love derived,
Each day a flower for her from the valley of flowers,
As our lips clung intensely to seek one another,
To share two lives as one is everyone’s fantasy,

An endless undertaking of understanding and reverence,  
Both must understand the different aspects of one another,
It is a dream of allocating one’s life but remember always,
Choose the sweetest drupe from the top of the sapling"
  BY AG 06/14/2018 ©

“She was beautiful in a stoic sense,
As if she was not aware of the beauty,
She did not have fancy clothes or jewelry,
However her eyes struck of such beauty,

As the color of the deep blue sea,
When she smiled it was a gasp of crisp air,
Her lips matched the rest of her natural beauty,
She spoke with a soft modest voice,

She was extremely exhilarating and splendid,
The wind wisp in her hair shown a radiant fiber,
How one could love this stoic beauty amidst,
She suffocated beauty out of the fore deep sea,

Her eyes and face poignantly melancholy,
Yet she radiated beauty as not aware,
At that point egress mercurial joy between us,
Than show her she was with such artistry grace,

It was than a prodigious billow of hunger,
For this woman before us ensued,
As lightning flashed exaltingly trembling we kissed,
And neither of us would feel hunger again now as one,
A concomitant glass of my Stoic BEAUTY”
    By AG 06/10/2018 ©

“Glaring at the sun above as she sets,
Reminds me of the ardor I spent on you,
As was the love you had for me,
Once as a crisp bright Sun glaring,

Now just a sad moon with sparking stars,
As stars look as if they kiss crescent moon,
How I wish she was near me and not so far,
As the distant blackbirds auscultate so sweetly,

Betwixt the emerald cove dawn rising again,
The smell of the salt on the billow sea,
The aroma of the perennial in their bloom,
In arrant of the beauty comes mist of indigence,

When there is love nothing is Impossible,
When her lips met mine it was beatitude,
Now just a painted effigy cognizance within,
I am lost without the warmth of her soul,

While my soul speaks to yours,
The words ever heeding to be said,
But I alone shall hearken at the emerald cove”

BY AG 06/07/2018 ©

"Acquiescence of a Poet dips his pen in an inkwell,  
And secretes his or her fervor and soul ,
With alluring  words of  nuance,
That tell a story of emotion of,
Love sadness and more in  canticles or sonnets,
That one will never FORGET"

“The enclave and eyes of the waves,  
She belonged on a reef near the sea,
As she will leave the sea in a hazy daze,  
Feelings for her have grown and developed,
  
I am lost without the warmth of her soul,
Lost without the tenderness of her eyes,
Those eyes that have captivated me,  
Upon peering into her eyes time stood still,  

I am lost into the intensity of her speech,
Speech that brims into my ears with joy,
I am lost into the fervency of her heart,
Fervor reaches me even though we are apart,

Amidst our meeting it was love from the start,
My heart bears inscrutable pain without her
That endless comfort inner happiness when near,
The love we shared was beyond any composition,
  
As distant waves and blackbirds awake,
May her littoral protoplasm never deliquesce,
On the waves of the enclave”
    By AG 06/06/2018  ©

My fervent love for you inspires me to sonnet,
I love the way your heart spirit and soul loves,
You have breached my mind the day and finis eve,
The words of love and pain that I dream of,

Let me compare you to a great conjuration?
You are an accolade of fervor beatified deity,
As the Great sun heats the peaches of June,
Summertime as it beautifies the flowers that bloom,  

You ask how I love thee how can I not,  
I love the aegis the emotion shown with words,
As they bellow like copious out over your argot,
Thinking of your prolific love fills my days.

My love for you is this relish my words,
Always ode in your mind and heart,
Remember my words love whilst we're apart,
BY AG 05/02/2018 ©

“We were affirmed to fill each other’s souls,
And I so wondered does she love me as once?
Its dubiety that one should never have to voice,
The strength in your words has become futile,
      
My love is unequivocal with no quandary just praise,
I know no other way to love you other than I have,
Because love is meant to be linked as one to other,
I believe no woman should be without a crown,

Recall your soul clenched in that poignancy of quarry,
I feel as if you have your hand caressing my chest,  
Auspices armor for every hand like fruits of the sun,    
Create women into mystically celestial beauties,    
        
How has the integral of love come on me abruptly?
For when I am sad I always know she is far away,
With egoistic antipathy subjugated transient bravura,
Confined souls left in disarray coerce incessant decay,

It is said you expire twice once when your love leaves,
And when the person you loved calls your name anew,    
It is then we will receive our Laurel Arch”
                       By AG 06/01/2018 ©