A cottage in the sun,
my lovely one,
we could saunter gently
to a gazebo in the park,
the melody of our souls to encounter;
there's a harmony we share
in the piano afternoon.
This love is surely not forever,
everything we are and touch
is ephemeral;
but if I could kiss your mouth
for one delicate moment
in this fragile and fleeting summer,
I will accept any reoccurring sadness
that befalls me.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/piano-afternoon/
