Triangle Poem by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black

Love floats its heart on lyrical wings
The moon carves its midnight hour
Pierced the dawn on angel's wings
Apollo rides his hour

My only love engraves a ring
Harmony colors this chord
Refrained sweet notes the minstrel sings
God's covenant with the world

Rare the angle in the soul
One's fleeting gift, good-day!
Leaving statues time has sped
My heart's attendents pay

The void fulfilled in a tryst
Cupid's triangle keeps growing
Your memory may recede to mist
Mine keeps the embers glowing