Breeze with the fragrance of lilacs
You are the breathtaking night
I am smitten like a field of purple lupines
Love is so much wiser than the erudite

Chorus of a drunken Jack Kerouac
I am the wild vine in your forest
Please don't slip away
Oblivion cries like a lonely bridge

Dapper as a thorny iris
Eyes that see the cross
We carry ofne another like storms
The good thief closes his curtain

Joseph Narusiewicz

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-good-thief-3/