romantic poetry

be patient, life, when love is at the gate
i never knew the earth had so much gold
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
out of the sparkling sea
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
softly weeping
she might have known it in the earlier spring
as it
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
my mother taught me that every night
why do
from floor to ceiling
i see all human wits
they ask me where i've been