As I taste the most sweetest words
of you my pain slowly goes away,
A painting was sent to me for review,
There was a bunch of flowers
at the end of a bed,
Two more paintings were shown,
not clearly for me to see,
I cannot say anything here
An offering but was not a painting,
There was a pink rose tied on top
of my front door frame,
To wash away any sorrow from it,
and forgive anything coming,
4000 written in a footnote,
My love’s voice woke me up,
“Stay with me”, he added
My love, I added:
Aware of you, I am
I cry, what is it that you want?
Tonight, and for the future to come,
I will stay with you my love
An offering was done,
Tulips, you put on my door.
Glenda Soto-Gomez
Glenda 