A Poem For Lovers

This is a throwaway piece, a bauble with Valentine's Day in mind. T. Do not cry upon the bridge at midnight, Or under harvest moons; Do not sigh into the fade of sunlight, Or upon the haystack swell; Do not go into the place of shivers, Floating like two lost balloons; Do not flow into the arctic rivers Where the end of loving dwells. Smile instead into the eyes of wonder, And embrace the body tight; Slip ahead into the wrath and thunder, Passion raging in the night; Kiss the lips that part with urgent yearning , Taste of love upon the tongue; May the fires be forever burning And may the lovers be forever young.