Our love was an ivory boon, <br />Which reigned with the angels in the night. <br />We would kiss beneath the moon, <br />Among the statues in the light. <br />But your death arrived too soon, <br />And so soared our felicity out of sight, <br />Which was once so gold, which was once so bright. <br /> <br />Now all that I can ponder, <br />All that I can see, <br />Is your fair face over yonder, <br />In a court of majesty, <br />Surrounded by slender, radiant fountains, <br />Where in a haze, you dream, <br />In the square beyond the mountains, <br />Lazing by a falling stream. <br /> <br />John Lars Zwerenz<br /><br />John Lars Zwerenz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-love-146/
