Classic Poem

I wish I had a boat,
and this darkness coming between us
I wish it was a sea,
so I could visit you.
I am the prince of lovers, mad about you,
I love you, can you deny my voice?

Can you deny my face?
Deny it, if you can —
my poems hung in the windows
along the housefronts
are aflame on the lips,
alive in the mountain springs.