Silence Doubles As The Well Deepens

[Exit]

Silence Doubles As The Well Deepens


I’ll dig up the garden,
remove the dead flowers 
and trees.
And once it’s all done,
or better undone,
I’ll love you like love’s on its knees.
 
And you’ll read like a book
with a beautiful mouth, 
and all of our kisses
will rhyme.
And then you’ll unlock
the safe to a clock
that tells the most beautiful time.

Is this supposed to be a love poem?

poem love a be to supposed this is?