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.

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.