‘I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice

I gave my love to you, my sweet Beatrice

Was Monterey, was the sea near. It was the whiskey and sweet wine we drank dear Beatrice. We conspired to find new cities and hidden valleys. We roamed California highway one for three months and today I dream of Big Sur and my Italian beauty dancing with the wild Pacific sea.

You told me. “You are my Gypsy man and I’m your wild flower, who love the flowing wind to dance with freely with. Please dear Poet. Serenade me with sweet words of love on the Pacific Groves cliffs. Make me feel like Dante’s love. The one and only.”
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Lover
Dear temptress,
My exquisite beauty of sweetness and mystery.
You will be my first wish and last wish.
The essence of your untamed heart and mind made me a fellow vagabond.

I want to travel with you and
you taught me to arrive at the places of lights and possibilities. With no fear.
You made me love the darkness and adore the light.
You made my submerged heart in misery come alive and we.
Danced in the midnight hours in San Francisco and slow-danced with the beautiful Pacific sea.

The trickery of life made us fall together. Two strangers seeking the taste of love, the journey and to find
the paragon of perfect place to rest.’

I kissed my Beatrice and I told her. I gave my love to you, my dear Beatrice. You taught me a tamed heart is a lonely heart. I have re-learn to love the highway and I embrace the sea with more concern. You shall be a prelude to a wonderful life. I held a kind woman once. Not demanding forever. Just celebrating life and today. You are my perfect memory.

Two lovers sat near the Monterey Bay. Finding safety and peace with the sea and love near.

John Castellenas/Coyote