Cries of the Heart

By Angel Luis Vazquez

At times in my life I have written poems of my passed escapades of the heart. Lost loves, regretful wasted years in seeking fulfillment of ones own desires in seeking happiness. Walking down paths of ill regret in seeking that perfect to us person in which we could mutually give it all and be bounded to for all eternity. I say eternity because I have always believed that (contrary to what others may and do think) true love never dies. The most difficult is to fine mutual true love. We all seek in the end the same things as to humanly be able to fulfill our destiny. Thank you for reading my words. I hope they touch your life in a good way, as my writings have been a therapy in mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 19, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483625478

Angel Luis Vazquez

Angel Luis Vazquez Rivera is native born in Guanica, Puerto Rico in the year 1948. At the age of four, his family moved to the state of New York where he was a resident till his return to his homeland in 2003. At military age in the year 1969 he served, drafted into military servitude. Served as a Scout, in the Army Infantry Recon Unit, the 1st of the 50th. Infantry Division stationed in PhanThiet province of Vietnam. Was wounded in action, discharged with honors and returned home. He now lives in San Sebastian, Puerto Rico.

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Contents

Dedication

Introduction

After December

Hurting Fields

Lorena

In Time, To Die

Heat Calamity

Vow Mine

The Rose

Salvation, Oh! Destruction

July Fifteenth Nineteen Fifty Seven

A Love To Cherish

My Pearl

Caving Love

Adornments Of The Mind

Gods Love, Music

How Long Is Forever

If I Had Only Known

A Fleck Of Love

The Beginning Of Forever

When Love Is Not Enough

Hope’s Tray

Forget

Return To A New Beginning

To Love

Utuado Mourn

Butterflies

Jolene

Seasons Of True Love

Mi Reina

Por Ti Todavía Siento Que Vivo

Show Me The Way, Oh! Lord

Dedication

There’s a song that comes to mind as a theme to this book. To all the girls I’ve loved before by Willie Nelson and accompanied by the famed Julio Iglesias. Fact is, I have been writing poems for as far back as my high school days. Up to now those younger poems were discarded by my own hand in the lost of my very first love. Never to be recovered again. Good or bad, a person takes away a little from each relationship in order to make the next better. So in this dedication I take my hat off to all women, for man can not truly live without them.

Introduction

At times in my life I have written poems of my passed escapades of the heart. Lost loves, regretful wasted years in seeking fulfillment of one’s own desires in seeking happiness. Walking down paths of ill regret in seeking that perfect to us person in which we could mutually give it all and be bounded to for all eternity. I say eternity because I have always believed that (contraire to what others may and do think) true love never dies. The most difficult is to fine mutual true love. We all seek in the end the same things as to humanly be able to fulfill our destinies. Thank you for reading my words. I hope they touch your life in a good way, as my writings have been a therapy in mine. Thank you.

Written Date: December, 1989

Written By: Angel Luis Vazquez Rivera

After December: After December came from a time and a love I thought was so strong, that nothing could ever tear it apart. A love that had passed through a storm of events and tribulation for many years. It was a love for a woman that to this day still smolders in its after mass of wasted dreams. It was a battle of wills in hopes to introduce change. I tend to think change occurs when there’s either Shock in ones life, Desire to change, or for Survival.

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After December

December keeps recalling,

The times when you were here.

December keeps reseeding,

The love we shared so dear.

The times when nothing mattered,

But the love that we both shared.

When I thought that our love would never fad away.

Remember when I held you,

Remember it was nice.

How we use to make love in the middle of the night.

I often think about you