I Abide By My Love Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

I ABIDE BY MY LOVE

It is not Juliet whom I adore,
Nor Beatrice, nor the florid, glistening lore
Of fair Aphrodite, nor Athena's fair face -
No.
The one I love is dressed in lace,
And wanders silently beside the gilded shore.
And lo! -
She commands all the lilies in the glen,
Where she walks amid the statuary,
In the cloister of the square,
On a path in the russet garden,
Where
Her felicity
Breeze-blown, now here, now there,
Rides like a leaf in the redolent air.




~ John Lars Zwerenz