teen love poem

full of tears
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
but i cannot read you now
we break the glass whose sacred wine
death's nobility again
when night drifts along the streets of the city
when i was a boy at college
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
there were three in the meadow by the brook
as a naked man i go
one by one, like leaves from a tree
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
world that changes under my hand