For All Former Loves

[Lorenzo]

i dedicate this to all former loves,

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know what my heart is like
since your love died:
it is like a hollow ledge
holding a little pool
left there by the tide,
a little tepid pool,
drying inward from the ledge

[indaymen50]

Hi  Lorenzo!!  Reminded  me  of  the  classic  Julio Iglesias'  song.....To  All The  Girls I've  Loved  Before...

[Lorenzo]

Hi  Lorenzo!!  Reminded  me  of  the  classic  Julio Iglesias'  song.....To  All The  Girls I've  Loved  Before...

Hi Tita! Kamusta naman ka? I have not seen you in a while! Welcome back.


Hehehe, i just googled that song and i like it.

[Lorenzo]

I remember one girl who i broke up with after something she said,
she was the type that would say things that 'she didn't mean to say'.
After 9 months of this treatment, i gave up on her.

On parting her, we were sitting by the steps in our college library. It was fall then, i can remember the red and orange leaves falling by the corner as the cool autumn wind blushed our faces. My eyes gazed into hers when I said to her, "I can not give you want you want. You scorn me as if I have no heart that feels. Have I disrespected you as you do to me?"

She was crying and trying to embrace me, I did not relent. I purged my feelings. And the last thing I said to her was, "I request you burn all the letters I wrote to you. We are..no more."

I walked away. She tried to grab my hand, but I did not give in.

Love is precious and should not be scorned nor thrust up against the sharp tongue. Lest, one realizes that it was not love at all.

[Lorenzo]

Does not the heart of this man feel?
You dream of things to come, so do I dream of things that make the heart bloom
Yet the words of your lips and the blushing of thy tongue speaks not complement , nay, only blemish
Where art thou when the heart longs yet you trance on toes
as if the sanctity of the heart is but ploys

Then it must be that one concludes totality
that roads must change
words said to clarity

A heart doth feels in sanctity
not like the dullness of rocks
that beats not nor wrenches in fervor

-A. Lorenzo