06-19-2011, 11:34 AM
"It" and "is" are the wrong way around at the end of the first verse. Sometimes the rigorous attention to rhyme confuses the syntax a bit, but other than that this is a splendid, charmingly boyish and tender love poem, almost like a folk song in its gentle rhythms and pleasent sentiments. Good job Owen.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe

