best love poems

candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
out of the sparkling sea
eighty years have passed, and more
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
as i lie roofed in, screened in
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
at midnight
friend, whose smile has come to be
into the silent land
in the sphere
love me at last, or if you will not
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
i loved a woman
looking beyond