Instead of giving me comfort, Leandro bequeathed...

Left alone with pieces of heart untended,
Each moment of happiness; no longer she pretended...

Thine voice is like the early morning breeze,
That quenches my soul in comely embrace...

Through tremulous boughs wind lightly stirs,
Imbuing sunbeams leak into leaves...

I have seen Paradise within your eyes,
As it radiates to me some blessed mirth...

Perhaps a seed was growing within, with
Hope and love filling the vibrant breeze...

Sonorous is Sound singing a melody,
Hoping to consume this spirit's agony...

His
rage had...

May the azure that lingers
around thine eyes be as blue...

I am not a poet,
Who writes a poem...

Wastes already decayed,
found all over the place...

The spark in thine eyes left me bleak
It made my whole body feel so weak...