Scribo Scribere

I.

He is columbus meus, my own, my dove.

We are ensconced in a garden of love.

Together we eat the manna of Eden.

That a garden to plant a seed in.

Follow me, oh follow, in this ‘verse:

this my paradise, not my hearse.

And so, through all this, I aver:

From this green garden I will not stir.

II.

He is columbus meus, my dove.

Our love is love from heaven above,

and will last as long as we live.

In this world, it is take, then give.

Together we will always stand:

heart to heart, land to land.

III.

I live in our garden of bliss.

Him forever I do not miss:

for he is there with me.

World to world, heart to sea.

Our ken is love evermore,

through pain and loss and war.

I do not need to ask myself why:

I will love him till the day I die.

IV.

Ekah, said my love so sweetly.

Ae, the sound ever neatly.

Primal sounds. First words to be,

Ae. Ae. Ekah. And these words are me.

V.

We will live in our garden until we die.

My love, he is in the sky.

Amor is the law of our domain.

Our love will last through might and main.

Our love ever stirs its breath.

It will outlast both time and Death.