best love poem

i saw god. do you doubt it?
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
all those treasures that lie
before the solemn bronze saint
the ancient songs
as a naked man i go
the old songs
i had over-prepared the event
a little peach in the orchard grew
the air is full of dawn and spring
when night drifts along the streets of the city
softly now the light of day
high walls and huge
lo! 'tis a gala night