Love Poem Anthology - #1

This year, I'm going to make it a personal project to compile a series of original love poems or poems about love and romance as a sort of senior-year creative project. This will prove to be interesting, I hope. The poems will be without title, number only.

So, here's number 1.

The stars are unsettled.

A trespass has been made
Upon their glory in night-shade,
And the leaves enviously stir
When these footsteps are heard,
For some crime has here been done:
The white of the moon, the blaze of the sun
The glittering glamor of the peppered sky,
The silent grace of the butterfly -
All gone. Gone from the day,
Gone from the night, gone from the trees,
Gone from the earth and its deep dark clay,
Gone from the eye of the beholder in all that it sees.

The hunt goes on for the thief.

The wise rocks have duly confirmed
Such a crime could only be termed
"Grand theft beautiful."
And the birds, ever dutiful,
Search with their eagle eyes
Hoping that they might espy
A clue, a hint, a tell tale trail
A misplaced fiber in the hay-bail,
But no. The thief can't be caught;
Too quick, too clever; with a trick, not a track -
Oh, all the envy you've wrought.
Nature would truly like her beauty back.