Jaime Montanez Salcedo

See how the artistry of man silences
Our breath, at the sight of such grandiosity,
Thus soul of proud heritage evidences
Are distinctively resting in beauty.
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It began,
It began as a passion so intense, filled with emotions and dreams.
It began,
When their eyes met their gaze longing for a devoted love, it seems
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How restless and curious we have grown,
Since the ability of thought was our own,
For thoughtful dream in time became desire,
And thriving in challenge put our mind in fire.
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Upon the dewy ground in silent lies
The wasting bones that carried life so fair,
Which timorous twilight to vision belies
On the mosses carpeting the resting lair.
A humbling feeling pervaded through my soul
Remembering his lyrics in the grove
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There is time for most grandiloquence,
For words challenging purest inspiration,
The subject of my rhyme shall be evidence.
My vision was dazed by revelation
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I have been thinking of what went wrong,
Between our love seemingly for ever,
Thus even the thought that could be not long
Never was there, for me to remember.
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Sometimes in life we regale with a caprice,
Which may fit with mischievous insolence
Where is not pledge but sort of carefree lease
To a romance of little consequence.
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The time has mellowed since last we met,
And suspended was left in my thought your smile,
Wherewith the graces of a wondrous amulet,
Has safeguarded me from solitude meanwhile.
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It hides like bud, midst the fluttering leaves,
Crawling shadows to quest gentle flavor
Of tender sprout whose it hastily thieves,
And so devours it with crazy ardor,
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It began in serendipitous encounter,
Flourished in beauty and ecstasy sublime,
Fulfilled our lives with magical wonder,
Weakening and faint, withered in time.
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Love, within its mysterious fancy,
Desiring the warmness of many a heart,
It flatters with endearing fantasy,
In where to muse the ecstasy of its art,
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O love, that inspires the soul to reverie
Of vision with pale, rosy complexion,
Carmine glossy lips with love impish glee,
Narrating their passionate intention
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By the light of melancholy candle,
The intrusive thoughts of pensive I, unbind
As inclement sorrows did I handle,
Which painfully lingered in my mind.
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All began like an imperishable dream,
With the glory of youthful, tender beauty,
Blooming tantalizing passion, it would seem,
Source of voluptuous sensuality.
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This sober thought for lofty quality,
Pure in the spirit its virtuous clarity
Entitles the mind for recognition
Bringing enjoyment of sterling revelation.
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Flurries of birds the horizon pierce,
Etching in black on setting crimson fierce,
And in the serenity of the dale
Is heard the serenading nightingale,
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I never saw before unburied treasure,
But what I have seen will obscure such glow
The love-bond of a homeless and sparrow,
In abandon sharing congruous pleasure.
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Behold her! More lovely than a flower,
Her image circled with a living light,
Endeared is her bosom with love's power,
And her willowy graces are to heart's delight.
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A well of joy, in many various ways
It pleases the thought to its fill of knowledges,
Whether as parchment scrolls, or bound essays,
Spawning hopes to a richest life it pledges.
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What am I? Scream I to the skies.
Fugacious vision in someone's eyes,
Or vagrant thought free within time
Idly roaming like the bells' chime?
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