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I am weathered, yet she still loves me
Every breath invested into her
Softens the edges of my life willed
Roughly
Discovering her colors on the canvas
My consciousness begun painting
The petrichor remaining in air
Just after it stops raining
I smelled her there
Sitting in the Cafe Terrace
On the Place du Forum
In complementary fashion
And if I had not been just a bit embarrassed
That surely was the day I would've asked
For her hand in marriage
Be it, as it may
Dreams are only built In spaces where time perishes
I am rushing to the end of the story
Written on the last page
Proclamations of triumphant intimacy
That tells the tale of these lovers glory
I worry
Some of you may never read it
We will leave it
At the edge of the coffee table in time
A book full of prose and rhyme
It is our prayer
You'll consume it and Dine
Let the cause of our cloth
Lay gently upon your lap
Allow us to transport you to a place
From which we never came back
As you arrive, you'll see us
Coming out with the horizon to greet you
We are union and liberty
The Inheritance of Afro Boricua flames
And it is our distinct pleasure
To meet you
