My love for you
a yearling became
... many aeons ago.
Author's Notes/Comments:
May Yeats by now
have found his love
A deep sworn vow by Wm Butler Yeats
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet Your face