love poetry

why then, must we see?
the earth keeps some vibration going
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
musing, between the sunset and the dark
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
and how could you dream of meeting
uplifting, as the wind blew
with the meek, brown eyes
gone are the three, those sisters rare
with joy and wonder
there is a city, builded by no hand
my soul is a dark ploughed field
they threw a stone, you threw a stone