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
What a beautiful write this is! very well constructed and expressed.10+++ Lodigiana
Thank you, Lodigiana. I appreciate your kind words. John