romantic love poem

with the meek, brown eyes
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
she said
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
do i like it
there is no escape by the river
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
the dawn was apple-green
why do you always stand there shivering
did you ever hear of
listen to the sounding sea
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise