i’ll love you till death e’en if i’ll live
i’ll love you till death e’en if I shall live
i’ll love you till death e’en if I shall live!
for you love i do ill rise
in an age when man & flames for his beauty
shuns that proud bronze that shadows you
youth has no stage no eloquent maw
to convert his heart but alas magnifies you
doesn’t present him as you imagine
love unadorned and manifests no star
n’t be overshadowed by you or the splendors of the sky
but display your lord on the moon
— love! my god you as a match or more
smoke, flame, flame, flame that nourishes your passion
flame that is here as a key!
numb or subdued: you become such a monster
that they call you leviathan have i for you heart
and i do not anybody else’s heart.
I did not pledge your hand
I did not set the seal love is the best I have
one kind is different that which burns one’s heart
there is a fire where love burns a fire
and their fire is sweeter than mine
my love!
:: 05.19.2021 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 