Unraveling Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

I love you,

You are forever enamoring

And incessantly bedazzling

Not because of your name,

But because I have loved you as my whole.



I need you,

You are my amaranthine belonging,

Though you have emancipated yourself

Apart from my world, could it be that our story is ending?

Not because of your name,

Perhaps because I am a terrible shame.



I will follow you,

In the dark, in the impasse

I will trail your vestige, and embrace your visage

Not as a steady departure, but a beginning

Not of loving, but of perhaps.. Hurting.



Because I intend to devote myself,

To the pangs of my heart,

Rather than to convince myself,

That you are no longer my part

There are some things that never change.



In the forked road of Gold and Alexandrite,

I will be waiting for ten thousand summer days,

And endure ten thousand winter grays

Until I see with my fading eyes your grace,

Whereas I entitle you all of my paining days.



Paint me a picture of a tulip so blissful

And I shall write a poetry that’s almost as full

As my heart that bursts with joy,

Whenever I hold your scent, a scent that cloys

The vital desire of my soul: To be one with you.