short love poem

if i were very sure
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
i had over-prepared the event
stern cold man
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
i saw the first pear
some of the hurts you have cured
good woman
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
he'd even have his joke
the long resounding marble corridors
have you heard
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes