John Lars Zwerenz
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A Walk With My Lover
A WALK WITH MY LOVER
Come, my lover, let us kiss, and let us take
A walk in the wood, beneath the emerald pines.
Let us inhale the good, heady, wintry wines,
Under white, misty boughs which the larks' wings shake.
Come, my lover, let us hug and let us go
On frozen paths of silence, lined with stone,