The Grecian Urn

based on Keats' poem, "Ode on a Grecian Urn"

Are you the man I will always miss? 

And always look to with sweetness in my eyes?

Are we Grecian lovers on the urn?

Frozen here in place...

I am reminded of the Beauty of this,

Of loving with the gentle breeze of rhymes instead of touch

Of always hoping, always seeing the magic of our time

And even though we cannot be 

Passion will be forever young in my heart, 

And in my memory,

Gusting me forward and holding me back

A curse and a blessing, as true love is 

And always will be.

And if our love is true because of this,

Because of passion and time and beauty

Even if we reach and never grasp the other...

We are eternity.