If from your depth of chest you gift me more
And lace that gift you'd give as that bestowed
I fear my worth undone for your outpour
As meager even now to what your owed.
For beauty of your eyes lends light to mine
My darker shades may taint your glow unjust.
Not by an absent love, but lack of shine;
Before you graced were I a love in rust.
Ah! That, I do possess, so renders you
In greater light, as darkness does the moon
And had you worship'd more than what I knew
Alike how winter's day gives summer boon.

I need you as your beauty needs my eyes
They grant you form, without all beauty dies.

Unhappy smiles, you wear that I'm deceived
Remember tho' your hearted grins before
When summer days did match that I received.
Forget? Think not, your early teeth that wore
Unveiling full from once your lively lips.
Your muscles tensed of late, with speech as less
And when recite, you read from ready tips
You wrote when love had none to give you stress.
So I shall leave you to this sadly tune
But when your pain can sing, let ring my ear
And know; that song of grief, i'm not immune
Let yours atone with mine, that cupids hear.

Tho' tried, your veil can't hide that love, depressed
When out unburdens those, I'll gift you rest.

Turn off the sun and moon, to view your form
As purest as the light that then just dimmed
Celestial orbs do blind your eyes perform
To witness that within, your gaze has skimmed.
To know yourself is knowledge that your love
Has worth to give, and worth to render men
And needs no light to gift you from above
But take these words and practice that I pen.
If then you seek that manly half you've missed
Let know that I am fond of that you've found
As to my own have yours with light so kissed
For while in darkness, I to you were bound.

Relight them when your mind, minds - not their show
And find me there in wait, with inner glow.

It seems that all the roses lay here dead
To wither as the love that saw them grow.
The greying petals pegs the lover's bed
That fairest high by touch has too this low.
The fallen eyelids blink when breezes hush
And eyes of red recount the missing trims
Then bounds the sigh of whimpered love me nots
To whirl in loss around the hollowed limbs
Where blossoms grew, to leave love's loveless spots.
Ah! Roses too will meet the fate of dust
Tho' long the stay, new kisses sweep away
For then; has won anew and saved the rust
And lift the lover from their bed to play.

If love has lost, the outlook bleaks distort
Until a newer rose meets love's retort.

Shall I compare you to the spring of May?
You warmth a light that too has Winter won
Although your glow sustains a longer day
And has one wonder when the sun begun.
You do out-blush the shyest red of rose
And snowdrops only dream to hue your skin.
Yes birds do sing and differ yours than those
But springtime mirth do match as tho' are kin.
The dills rebirth, yet you appear unchanged
As tho' your beauty powers floral will
And by your petal'd eyes have rearranged
The gorgeous buds to stare your beauty still.

You hold the month of May and splendor of
That tho' from out yourself, is spring thereof.

Should I repose your memory about
The darker regions you have never been
Where even I don't dwell nor cast a doubt
For once condemned, remains in there unseen.
Then if I left you deep in nothing -space
The memoirs bound to love could not recall,
And leave me loveless so you had no face,
Proceeding mind, as tho' you weren't at all.
But I have need to summon you at will;
As since no fairer comfort then arrive
And then behest you hold what has you still
Whilst lives a mind that each our past derive.

Remember you! I shall with reels as true
Although it have believe, I still have you.

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.