erotic poetry

i gazed upon the glorious sky
along a river-side
quietly, with reverance, in awe
as evening falls
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
he speaks not well
uplifting, as the wind blew
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
there are gains for all our losses
have you seen walking through the village
passing through huddled and ugly walls
it tells of good old times
they may talk of love in a cottage
perhaps