“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 ©

“How can I now discern you,
At which horizon will you descry,
I hear your voice in the gale,
I close my eyes and stroke you,

As you procure beneath my dermis,
Now a part of my heart now my umbra,
I await you perpetually this I say,
As you have drifted so far away,

I travailed thee nothing more to expound,      
I do not know how to love without you,
All of these nights without you,
All of my fantasies besiege you,

If I see and I touch your face,
I will easily fall into your embrace,
I don't know how to ardor if not to you,
In end I must learn to live without you,
I must cultivate my alluvion melancholy”
    By Andrew Guzaldo 08/12/2018 ©

"Every Poet dips his pen in an inkwell,  and pours out his or her heart and soul with the picturesque, words that tell a story of emotion of Love sadness in a canticle or sonnet that one will never FORGET"

“There is a substance of ethereal,
  Ones that reflects within your sclera,                        
  That has impelled me to envisage,
  That your nascency is from the utopia,

You light up souls that procure near you,
As the light perception glares before me,
This has given me extensive admiration of you,
A macrocosm journey reaching into my soul,

You have enlightened me on my path before,
With an intense illumination of what I will achieve,
You elucidated my desire to be risible,
The eternal beauty you retain dear Deity,

Has persuaded my existence to move forth,
I shall smile at you through my tears of bliss,
As my silvery tears fall before me yet pure,
I am but a menial mortal before you,
Deity of overt Beatitude”
By AG 05/03/2018 ©

“As he hears the whisk of the wind coming,
Once again cries mercy my faltering deity,
As the procurement pain of loneliness arrives,
How many more lonely years am I to traipse,

Most blameless I am I feel intensified on this vale,
Memory fulfilling thoughts of her cognizance,
It may be we shall one light reach elated enclaves,
The equal temper of annexed noble hearts,

Though much is taken much abides also,
As that midnight sun disappears afore me,
Now not that strength had which in days of old,
As I sail beyond the sunset Trojan Achilles,  

But I know that in the depths of my heart deep within,  
There is always space for amity to reside always,
For all the joys that once were both of ours,
I do not attempt to get over as she was my all,

There may come a day when that part will finally die,
Feel strong with reclaimed heart new ardor to take my hand,
Until then those capable of devout love also anguish,
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/10 /2018 ©

“When a poet will romance a subject,
One will never die for their words will perpetuate,
The way he or she carries themselves about,
Of one's eyes of their hair their skin all components,  

When someone is irate at the subject,
And that leer of resentment when troubled,
As subject sways with authority from a kiss,
Without their body touching someone else's,

How the habits never wrinkle pages of a book,
Poets in love will find all the words of significance,
The Poet may see subject as they were on an islet,
On a waterfront near a small town of recollection,

Their words of passion penned on longing paper,
They will know when and why you can't sleep,
Poets die but their words do not they live eternally,
Explicitly graceful from the ink drafted on paper”
     For a POET MUSE KNOWS”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/05/2018 ©

“I dearth to know what it is like,
I dearth to savor the perception,
Savor the sweet tense exudation,
On the back of your alluring dregs,

Never too blind to see things as they are,
I need to be your invariable acquiescence,
This vapid infection of propensity,
As it bellows through sight of my soul,

Makes my perpetual wanting rapaciousness,
For that of a complete perfect deitate,
Made so perfectly complete I crave to feel,
I dearth lose myself into this one someone,

Airborne aroma of your desires is arousing
Do not let this desire fade away,
This inducement lethargy to me by your
Unending deity of satisfaction,

This ardor magnetism that immerses in me,
This the infectious propensity of fervor”
By Andrew Guzaldo 08/05/2018 ©