best love poem

muffled drum's sad roll has beat
it tells of good old times
for these white arms about my neck
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes
give me hunger
there's one that i once loved so much
tell me
little park that i pass through
a pen of steel
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
i am a woman
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces