Your constancy inspires me to refurbish <br />pavilions of hope. Your sweetness <br />unfurls yards of woven sky <br />that luxurious tailors applaud. Ah, <br />my dear, what a long way we’ve traveled <br />together. Harbors have <br />looked out for our best interests, <br />San Francisco, Stockholm, Mobile, <br />Tacoma, Barcelona. Love <br />is a province we inherited <br />from an oligarchy of cherubs. <br /> <br />I wish I were as wise <br />as you deserve, as patient as <br />the moon, as extraordinary <br />as you. I desire all blessings <br />to come your way like voices <br />from a choir, secrets from a wizard, <br />sung light from behind blue mountains.<br /><br />Hans Ostrom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-poem-the-cherubs-the-harbors/
