From Alph Our love-strewn aviary How angels spring To agitate the day. Fingers flail But fail the total feather. Fingers thrall the heart To bird to wing. Where see the broken wicker Discage, yet tear the flesh. In vain deft fingers Dry the rain Pluck the ariel To fluttering pieces- Zed fell. Quiet Dove! The ark is dark.

This Love Poem is signed and numbered by Robert Indiana in pencil and was produced alongside the 12 colourways of the LOVE lithographs.