love poems

i shake my hair in the wind of morning
rising moon has hid the stars
melancholy days have come
some of the hurts you have cured
just as my fingers on these keys
what do i owe to you
now while my lips are living
sun stepped down from his golden throne
gone before us
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
if i were very sure
the ancient songs
she heard the children playing in the sun