My Great Secret

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My Great Secret​

Towards the Lord's quarterdeck, she walks
by half-opening its eyelids the aurora.
In the afternoon too, when it sounds,
the invocation of the angelus culminates.

And when the announcing bell
its voice unleashes and clamorous sings,
she will be, Lord, like a saint
in ecstasy of love at all times.

Kneeling before you, her face enchants
to tell you placidly in her prayer:
"Lord, I adore you", and repeat it later,
and she continues in prayer... she won't get up.

The afternoon is already covered with its mantle
and this grandiose romantic daydream
I will keep for myself, sad and joyful.

However, she abstracted to your plants,
she will ignore me, I know, all her life.
Favorite Lord: let her never know I'm jealous!

& Ulpiano

 

Alpiano,
a person that is curious, like me, and enjoys the feeling of a great composition, but with some trouble because your poetry is close lined with a high end kind of poetry, still, with simple words can tell you that blow my mind. Your great secret...a pleasing, sweet awakening of thoughts that embrace.

kindly,
Fidel Guerra.

 

Thank you, dear friend Fidel, for your kind and sensitive response.
another hug,
Ramiro

 

A million thanks, dear friends Marcos and Fidel, for liking my poem.
Ramiro