short love poem

for these white arms about my neck
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
a pen of steel
i shall see a star tonight
and how could you dream of meeting
gone before us
see i give myself to you
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
still thirteen years
little park that i pass through
melancholy, blue it was
mysterious night
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
musing, between the sunset and the dark