A Proclamation Of True Love Poem by Peter Black

To be with you perhaps I could deny
The laws of earth by which men must abide,
And say my seed from one plant will grow,
Never my pollen on another throw,
And bury the urge in a mound of dirt:
From one single flower obtain my worth;
Yet in winter foliage goes cold and dies,
And is a well used thought of how love lies,
To convey an everlasting passion,
Despite the bond ending in such fashion.
So why look to plants, clouds, the moon and sun:
All things that fade or in time are undone,
And the ocean, seasons, sunset and sky:
In the end they are futile as our lives,
Existing and then passing into space;
After a universal age erased.
To say my hoped love is like a star:
Its power stutters and heat is marred.

Now if a heaven for lovers exists
Or a realm of truth within space is mixed,
There will be the imagery to convey,
The meaning my words struggle to portray.
Forget knowledge of virtuosity,
Your chaste vessel and my right chivalry;
Forget morality to console hearts
And men whom by it try to prove their parts,
For you know it can easily be said:
In exchange for your life, I place my death;
Like many trifles of untested truth
Seen flowing from the mouths of yearning youths.
Though words seem honest from my lips,
When faced before them I might simply slip.
Now must you take that same untested word;
Or watch my actions unfold on the world:
I do not deserve such unwavering faith
And gladly for a thousand lives would wait,
But I have found a way my love to show
And for you its immortality know.
Open up your clean orbs and well taught mind,
Lifting your head and sight up to the sky.
Do not think of it as it really is,
But in the manner of what it does give.
See the sun which has created our lives,
And all the vibrant colors from its light,
Warmth, security, hope, comfort and day,
An object of good and truth it relays;
That heavenly sphere churning space above,
In it you may sense towards earth its love.
When you direct your sight upon my face
From this soul will stream its own light and grace.
For you I will become a second sun
Burning like a beacon of this real love,
Casting upon you a life giving sheen,
Water through your deep crevices will stream,
Plants, trees, grass, herbs, and weeds will coat your ground,
And mountains form from your smoldering mounds,
Colors will emerge and design the scene:
Blacks and browns mixed with dazzling blues and greens;
Then in your womb will hatch the egg of life;
If you awaken know the love is right.

When I am away my reflection stands
Embossed on all things I have laid my hands.
Each day I burn for you with the same force
And hold you securely on my course,
Nor is my light at times shown here and there,
But always on your face, body, and hair;
Then when I sleep you are not far away,
Alone in a dark cold hole made to lay,
But beside me with my aura in view;
Around my orb your legs and limbs are strewn.
It is by you I have become so bright
As the sun obtains purpose from earth's life.
What would be the reason to go on
If it did not see its loved one anon;
Singeing the secret particles of space
For a billion years, but each year a waste.
The sun has many planets it controls,
But only upon one its loving shows.
If you feel my life, but think I may lie,
Go off and from the distance watch me die,
Diminishing with each one of your steps,
Faltering, turning black in the last breath.
If you go off take pity and turn back,
And in your sight I explode on my track,
Burning with the force of a larger sphere;
Now working the heavens to draw you near.
I give you life, but mine is drawn from you,
This is all I posses to prove it true.