To when our kiss of love will be the last
I pray to know it last, then whisper too.
Before you rose, in love were I miscast
As darkest crane that none in flocks imbue.
Until in April dreams you perched my nest
From out your Venus star and into mine.
You found in worth my plumes that withered best
As shone by pending brides, of lusts repine.
Ah! Yes, you weathered each love's fabled storms
That I sent well to guard the voiced behest
For deep, I yearned that teach of heart's reforms
That last you made and spoke within  my chest.

I'll gift these all, if moments near the end
But now I love, and yours shall I attend.

Partake my heart and seek the listless flesh
And know these parts have long since lingered ill
Let gift with time, and mine return afresh
With love as truest that a heart can will.
Tho' if no patience has your love entwined
Then may you find these portions, bitter taste
With none to worth a fairest love refined
That needs one ready made to meet your haste.
Ah! Tho such break may sicken more within
My idle beat may cease if left too raw
If let you touch just once, and I, therein
Then would you've given lease to lover's law.

Where love resides, is where I'm sorely lost
Revive me there, despite a lover's cost.

Your golden curls, your golden curls! I miss
As day could miss the sun, and sun would May
And if that month were I a bud to kiss
I'd splay to none, unless your light was day.
True beauty is; in essence of all springs
And that same glow had favored you at birth.
Tho' sweetly gifts to soil your flesh now brings
Is I whom miss, and buried there my worth.
How jealous I; of grass upon your mound
As they can reach to where now lays my love
And tap upon your coffin; peace is found!
That essence none to waste - may spring behove!

You were my gold of Spring, tho' now returned
within the sacred mire, your spring had earned.

When I behold the furthest shooting star
I wonder then; if best this heart be too
and beat beyond, where time and love are far
and leaves behind the maze, some lover drew.

Then I imagine space, as void of pain
and place my racing star on course to there,
that swiftly 'rived would heal as fast that came
dispose then back; into the Venus' lair.

Tho' love if idle long, is worse to reign;
what kingdom rules a chest without a heart.
Then take from love, is too that grief shall gain,
no shooting star could render this apart.

Tho' take mine briefly where no scar is known
But have then back; to grieve in lovers' own.

Let view your form now in the mirror's eye
Your words of thought, are none that match to mine
As yours speak blemish, wrinkles, ageing by
But I see true; that youth and glass align.
Reflecting that; of springtime glow of May
Arrays of buds are none when paired to you
And first your glance that welcomes me the day
Were first to shine, whilst sun; the second hue.
Still have you won, 'neath all of nature's lush
A beauty signed your birth with binding deeds
And out the sunset still; your redden blush
As tho' your face onto the sky it feeds

Know now you are as were when years were fresh
Ah, see! The lines have gone from out your flesh.

O' sandy shells, o' sandy shells; I know
Why pearly armor 'neath the sand conceal.
The whisper tells, the hearted tells of woe
From windy lisps, begotten ears then seal.
The hush foretells, that love foretells, of pain;
A grief that hollowed clams, collect and feel.
To ease the spells, that love-lost spells refrain,
That lovers old; with broken shells, can heal.
O' empty wells, o' loveless wells; rejoice!
As by the sea; the tiny shells will steal
The burning cells, the lovelorn cells and voice
And nestle where; nostalgic sands congeal.

Yes lover's bells, O' magic bells; let shine!
Turn not to shells, like many shells of mine.

To when the lark shall sing me down the crust
And plant my best, for best you gave in me
And will; no coffin carry then my dust
For yours that blooms within, in death shall be.
Then from such love would sprout a blushing rose
And pierce the soil of bones to eye my stone.
No seasoned force compel your love repose
As when our pairing winds; had sought and blown.
Complex the flower's dye that shades of red
That spectrum meet our love of first to new
And tho' I lay in mine own final bed
Into that sunset find and live that hue.

Tho' each a drop you shed by way of grief
Shall too from rose then fall; a petal'd leaf.