love poem

i know what you're going to say
for these white arms about my neck
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
i do not pray for peace
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
melancholy, blue it was
in halls of sleep you wandered by
looking beyond
in the sphere
she burst fierce wine
have you heard
they may talk of love in a cottage
when i was a boy at college
let me move slowly through the street