Love Poem From a Hostage
I think of you and you alone, when the logan berries bloom,
the deep surf spoons, its frothy burden to the the shore,
the grip of love's pleasant tune, when sparrows sing,
unto the moon
my hand your hand, our touching feet, the glorious able
dawn to meet, your cries of love, of tempered glove, that
meet the morning's cooing dove,
and all around the brassy shore, the weed the mist, the oft
told tale, that speaks of nought but beloved grail, you are the
bird, and I the langorous, shouting gale
and when in thought of volcanic face, a race , Vesuvious,
puts in place, when all the hills and ringing dales, when all
the boats and singing whales;
then fractious goes the smiling cave, a look inside to speel
and save; doth hearts, for two lovers secure; brings forth
the mill, of love and spill;
and keep me when I sigh, to sooth my weeping eye, that if the world
should die, and stage of love to cry; then we will be Andromeda, the
Milky Way and Nebulae, as one vast constellation, and starlit hot flirtation;
but look; comes the executioner with his hook, and I must seek the dark,
no love or spark, no prancing, dancing lovelorn book, of verse the end is
now quite near;
but my love I have no fear! I know that in our hearts testimony clear,
rings the bell of love so dear; and when the black of night descends and
rapturous angels so apprehend; think not of this, or that or due, but do
as I;
I think of you.
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