The One I Love Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

THE ONE I 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 among 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