Stellar alignments deem not unspoken hearts,
Had then blossomed thrice more than nay,
Alleviating what treacherous shacklings parts,
Yearning towards thy brilliant grace someday.
Let us name not that of which holds none,
Yestered in granted sights but inevitably undrawn,
Neither destined by man nor fate undone,
Annabelled to a tomb beneath the drowning sea upon,
Does then heed us to blossom no words here,
And speeks through only lips by which words denied,
May then I says'th what lovely beauty held sincere,
Shall remembrance strip thy mind and hearts complied.