Evangelique Poem by Leland D'Elormie

Love, you must remember,
Where we met, when we met,
In the forest in September,
Tell me you did not forget.

I had only ever asked you,
For a dance, just one dance,
When you covered me with kisses,
In a frenzy of romance.

Je t'aime Evangelique,
Your true smiles, many smiles,
Broke like waves across your cheek,
And the leaves in mammoth piles,

Crumpled underneath our feet,
I was lost, I was lost,
In that everlasting autumn,
Covered over now with frost.

Now you say you do not know me,
Am I changed? Are you changed?
If indeed you are, then show me,
Do not call us both deranged.

Be, instead, again my faery,
Gracious queen, gracious queen,
Softly cover me with kisses,
In our wood of gold and green.

Je t'aime, Evangelique,
Now you go, once you go,
To the valley of the bleak,
Agoras, empty in the snow.

Do you tear away my wings,
For the fun? Oh, what fun!
Or so I may never follow you,
Into the dying sun?

Years from now, sweet lover,
When I'm old, very old,
And the wood we walked is covered,
With the winter, white and cold,
I will beat these stumps you've left me,
In the air, frozen air,
I will beat these wings now tattered,
I'll remember and despair.