FRAGRANCE OF LOVE
Fragrance of love - strong and desolate -
Endearing - enchanting - immaculate
Lyrical  words - sonorous and rigid -
Youthful dreams, when the heavens go vivid,
Memories dissolving the fiery Sunlight
On the fine evenings caressed by the Moonlight
Notice how much I cherish our oneness,
True love becomes truer when there's sadness
Even as the rough winds blowing so wrongly
Against love tree standing so strongly,
Go Fel, my dearest, go carry love's flame -
"Unclouded, unfurrowed, unblemished, unashamed!"
Drench in my soul one beam of your lovelight
O color the night with stains of starlight
Bear with me in the gloom of the darkness
Until the hour and end of all sadness,
Embrace me with tender love and kisses
Nothing then will it matter, my dearest, 
O even when the grass grows on my face!

UPON YOUR SMILE
Fill my sad soul with your ardor and light
End all the cold loneliness of the night
Loving all alone, and singing your song -
Yet you know, Fel, that's where I belong
My Heart feels the struggle and strife
O why is it, I having only one life?
Nectared, longing to be where you are
Thrilled by your touch, O my guiding star,
Embracing, serene, suspiring desire
Aroused in a moment, lost in your fire;
Go, end all my fears with one loving sigh
Until the rising sun brightens my sky
Deck with the ribbons, this frenzy of light
O love but one thru the long stormy night,
By gloom and grief, from care and sorrow free
Until we're lost in a Hevenly Spree,
Everything hinges upon your smile
Now swear, you will care for a long, long while,
O longer than the pyramids in the Nile!

A PARADOX by Reynaldo S. Guevara 1955
I looked through the vistas of man's life,
   And saw that ev'ry hill, that ev'ry glen,
   Was crimson with the life of fallen men,
Who shed each other's blood in senseless strife.

And through the history of the world, we find,
   The brutal hand, the greedy heart at war,
   Because man wanted just a little more,
Because no fist would give, no heart was kind.

Poor fallen man, so puny and so strange,
   Will sacrifice so much for crumbs,
   For vapid husks. But when the angel comes

To offer him a heaven in exchange,
   For batelles and tears and ceaseless strife
   He shrieks, and clings more fiercely to this life.