The Song Of Your Love Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

THE SONG OF YOUR LOVE

The song of your love
Is of branches, of leaves,
Of flowery sprays,
Of Victorian eves.

Your sonata of the sea
Calls to me
With a sonorous voice
Of felicity.
And I have no choice
But to run to you,
My sable haired princess
Who hath possessed me so.

Our mutual reverence
Shall take wings and grow,
In the sacred silence
Of the garden-close.
And our kisses shall sanctify
The mystical rose.

The song of your love
Is of branches, of leaves,
Of flowery sprays,
And Victorian eves.

John Lars Zwerenz