Poems from ramil aman green
from the marriage of our hearts
to each stride carried and breath
in my youth and in my old days
shall i love you even in death
in life's...
of all the themes of life i love the most
is your silver self aglowing and sweet
in your heart's paradise, my own is lost
yet the joy...
and will you have me describe to you such
loves for you that press me? how do i start
telling of the gold and purple my heart
contains for...
i'll want to see, when i shall die
that my last sight is of your eyes
eternity, will shape my eye
to reach for you in paradise