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By Marivel Guzman
I m free of the shadows of love,
free from that heavy cloak that was blurring my senses,
its down!….
It is my carpet now!

I’m free to roam again,
I’m free to fly,
free to smell the fressness of the air.
I’m free of the shadow of love.

I had to let love escape,
and I had dispersed its scent in every direction
it was not trapped…
It was a delusion..
Or perhaps an illusion!

I have broken the imaginary shackles,
They don’t hurt my senses any more,
never mind to try to be wise…
hey, it won’t work..

No matter if you’re old,
what I thought;
that older the better!
that it would be easier to catch?
what? the danger?…no way.

Am I stronger now? who cares,
I will fall again and again and again,
I will take it as a pleasurable ‘gain’..
more to write in my memoirs,
another lesson to give…

Another lesson to spare to
the innocent mind, that girl,

who still thinks that love is pink.
No, love is painful,
with all its heartbreaking power,
love is the colors of the rainbow,

Love mimics the sweetness of the honey

And the bitterness of the clove
like cotton candy it melts in your mouth
sweet and sour..love is both.
What am I saying…?
I’m saying, that love is everything,
I’m saying, that ‘LOVE IS LOVE’
Love is perverse and selfish

Like an oyster which holds  hostage a precious pearl
It nurtures your senses,
cry in sorrow when you lose it,
but a life lesson to share;
don’t hold love tightly wrapped inside your heart
love grows and wants to break free when it feels trapped

Let me get you into my little secret,

I felt like a princess living in a fairly tale
but there was no prince,
lol lol twice, it was a joke, a cruel joke …,
a joker crossed my path..
but, ladies I’m free,
so free that I want to fly…but this time,..
I will take a plane, and I will land in Terra Firms.
enjoy the joke, enjoy the humor and don’t forget
that we women are love survivors.

Marivel Guzman, January 29, 2012