THUS ARE OUR PEOPLE.

Is this what you meant to say?

They began to think
that we were making love
up in the bower of the cloudy sky
since we, their virgin kin,
had slipped
for moments more than few
their chaperoning clutch.
And making love
was something that, as prudish
as they are, they thoroughly despised
and named an act that certainly
would bring dark shame upon a girl
and also on her family
if she allowed a boy to bring her
to his bed before the day
that she was wed.
But we did nothing such,
no more than hold each other’s hand
and smile while gazing in
each other’s eyes.
But still we hurried back to them
with haste so to avoid
a hint of blame for an imagined sin.
And thankfully, we kept our reputations clean.  

I wished to build a room
upon cloud nine.
But clouds are made
of vapor fine.
How dumb I was to think
that fluffy condensation
would provide a sound foundation
for a dwelling place
up in the sky.
And so like houses built
on sand
my airy architectured efforts
from the start
“fell through”
and did not go as planned.
And thus it seems
I probably should title this
“My vapid dream”.

What did you mean to say with this line:  
 
"but our people hate our girls to love."?  
 
Was it that your people do not think that their young female kin should be in love (or be lovers)  with anyone?  
 
If so,  you've hardly conveyed that notion, let alone clearly, in what you wrote.    
 
And doesn't this line "floating on the clouds which are as fine"  need some concrete and explicit statement about what it is the clouds are as fine AS for it to make sense?  

Then there's the fact that this line " Love for us is floating on cloud nine" is ambiguous.  Given your syntax, it appears that you are saying that the love that is sitting on cloud move is the love that someone has for, and shows towards, us!  Did you mean to say "the love we have for each other is sitting on cloud nine"?  If so,  you'll need to word that line differently.
 
Furthermore,  your first two stanzas have nothing to do with what your title indicates your submission is going to be about -- i.e., the way "your people" are, not to mention that the third stanza is hardly descriptive of this "way".  
 
So what do you think an aspiring poet would learn about how to write good poetry on the nature of his/her  "people" from this piece?  What's here that should be exemplified/emulated in anything they might write?

May l ask what your job is?

Yes, you may.  But don't expect an answer on that topic.

The validity of my remarks is not dependent upon what I do.  My remarks are either valid or they or not.  

Is your consistent refusal to deal with them directly and responsibly dependent upon what you do for a living?

No, but l am very busy, and l don't have time to waste.  l can give the time required for answering your questions to something much more useful. Sorry.

So, even assuming that answering me is a waste of time,  if what you do doesn't allow you the time to do the responsible thing with regard to my remarks,  your answer should have been yes.  

And it's funny how you have the time to thank those who praise your "message".
 
BTW, you say "One swift look, and l will touch the clouds,".  Does this make sense if you don't say what the swift look is gazing upon?  What kind of vision allows you to touch the clouds?

One swift look
at you
back then
was all it took
to ken
that life with you
would be so fine,
like living on
cloud nine.
And so I dared
to look
at you again.

Who is the speaker here, and what do you mean by that?

So you DO have time to write to me!  
 
Mean by what?