You shield your eyes <br />from the scarlet brilliance <br />of the seven majestic maples <br />standing sentry in front <br />of your home. <br /> <br /> <br />The trees' painted wings <br />float towards earth, <br />humming arias and madrigals. <br /> <br /> <br />You cry out, <br />(to yourself, to God, <br />to the universe) <br />'Love might be like this! ' <br /> <br /> <br />You are wrong. <br />Slighty, yet drastically, <br />wrong. <br /> <br /> <br />Love must be like this.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/october-opus/
