best love poem

softly now the light of day
on and on
the air is full of dawn and spring
i make my shroud, but no one knows
have you heard
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
all my love for my sweet
love has been sung a thousand ways
i bid them all farewell
the mountains they are silent folk
why then, must we see?
of sun nor stars
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways