In Love With You

Walk this shore of love with me
This shoreline of elegant dreams
Unconventional like jagged rocks
Underground like a winter spring
Some are hurt and must survive
We are the moral ground
Caught between need and honor

Half moon out my window
It is late and you haunt me

Keats knew he was dying
I visited his grave in Rome
Buried by noble Shelley
Poets are troubled waters
Poets are roses in love
Perhaps we shall never meet
Our words like satin sheets