funny poetry

one by one, like leaves from a tree
for these white arms about my neck
have you seen walking through the village
friend, whose smile has come to be
are you alive?
the dawn was apple-green
splendid and terrible your love
among the mountains i wandered
see, they return
i can not tell you now
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
a pen of steel
made up of loveliness alone