love poem

love has been sung a thousand ways
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
if the red slayer think he slays
i expect you
by the shore, by the sea
day is done
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
the air is full of dawn and spring
the earth keeps some vibration going
storm
there is a city, builded by no hand
this is the ship of pearl
god