Cry, As If Chagrin Is The Quintessence Of Romance Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Cry your tepid slivers, love
From your transatlantic oceans
Those two hazel eyes with amethyst melancholy.

Cry, love
Cry evenly, form the depth
Of the trenches and the
Breadth of the halcyon waters.
Snivel, my love as if you
Were to weep the fire
Of my longing
And the exasperation
Of the scintillations.
Cry, love
As I wail and billow, too
For my soul pleads
In this vastness -
We hold the key to the truest
Of the stillness in this cosmic
Empire - and so love,
Cry as if everything had been
Stolen in the night as the morning
Proves you false!
Cry, my love as if you have lost
Me, and I will weep the sorrow
Of the silent sea after the zephyr.
Cry as if I have died in your arms
Only to live again,
And I will cry just the same -
Bawl, love, as if chagrin is
The true essence of loving.

For each tear will tell you
How we sift through fire
And ice,

So cry love, for in each crystallized
Trickle, I see myself locking
And thriving.
So cry love, as I cry too -
How we break in the night
Is the conundrum of the dawn

And how I love you as I cry
And how I cry as I love you
For when I cry, you have loved me,
And when I have loved you,
You wept chained waters.