teenage love poem

rose and amber was the sunset on the river
see, from this counterfeit of him
very well, you liberals
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
and with the humming bird
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
there was a strangeness on your lips
look out upon the stars, my love
there are gains for all our losses
like eagles on up high
a pen of steel
there is a country full of wine