teenage love poem

the fragrance came
she said
high-born race
with the meek, brown eyes
and with the humming bird
we break the glass whose sacred wine
royal feast was done
simply speaking
a little peach in the orchard grew
could we but know
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
i love to steal awhile away
under a spreading chestnut tree
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true