teen love poem

city that is not a city
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
the ancient songs
no prey am i of poor thoughts
i know what you're going to say
to be able to see every side of every question
when night drifts along the streets of the city
gone before us
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
she was a beauty in the days
what shall we do now
in your arms was still delight
i am fevered