I ABIDE BY MY 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 amid 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
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