anniversary poetry

we break the glass whose sacred wine
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
tell me
see, they return
high walls and huge
over the river they beckon to me
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
did you ever hear of
be not angry with me
here lies a most beautiful lady
skies they were ashen and sober
as it
tell me less or tell me more