Lost Love1 Poem by Jacob Micheal

In hamlet, we wine and dine in parterre
love overshadow us like hurricane
Bank of river, answer our question
but dirge was song by host of heaven

As spectators, tree, bee serve
in her reticule was a flute
she blew, taking hold of the wind
Tremulous sounds, my heart stand

our love grow like the lily of the valley
The ark of love i build for century
to escape the flood of the enemies
our love shall grow for thousand years

The night moon came to rescue
we have gone to bed to tete-a-tete
on our thatched cottage, land nightingale
river and ocean breaking silence