teen love poem

mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
therefore i may not
when i go back to earth
stuff of the moon
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
it was many and many a year ago
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
up to her chamber window
day is done
we lay
within my hand i hold
since i have felt the sense of death
night is dark, and the winter winds
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars