When I do love you'll know you have been loved
For heart's like mine do serve it's Queen's own suit
And shame with whom this pride yet cheats by gloved.
As twenty plus that two has no refute,
Deny tho' him by playing then again
Yet shows on red the black the false accrued;
Then she would query this: the tell of vain;
And read beyond the card, his hand delude!
But play do I for greater stake from you:
You'll be my Queen when all the Kings are dealt
And tho' me be a Jack or Ace or two
It's they my love I bluff, by you I've knelt.

Your graceful turn, oh holder of all hearts
To play for love? Or break me into parts!

Before the lonesome blackness comes, let know
By candle lit, your light lives in new breath
And bless-ed birth your fairest self bestow:
No beauty cease in-all, in ceaseless death,
For you're as young again as you saw waned
Tho' mine views youth of new and yours the same-
But eyelids drape with drops of salty stained-
Abundant tears, since they're now where it came.
As you thereon, shall I thereon have grew-
And lover's flower made have blossomed on,
That there in time, times two extend of you
And onward glow past that have known you gone.

But shall not tears wet on our future tree,
Despite your state shall prove, you outlive me.

Behind the thoughtless rush that rules my dome;
Rebels a thought to it's impermanence
Infrequent tho', as sweet aromas roam
Intoxicating even doubting sense;
Yet lingers still, equating 'bout an itch
Compounding by her crowding please of eyes;
Aware that grace, in beauty's grace may switch,
And swells of mindless bliss reveal, it dies.
But dreary blinds and lovelessness is death;
A dormant tease with none, left begging more
No! What may loose denotes the counting breath!
The lessee on my neck is there, therefore;

Retitled sovereign, governing this lease
Till by dethrones herself or life to cease.

To lay amidst the sweetest ocean breeze
And nestle me to sand a sandy bed,
And let the golden eye tan as he please;
And turn my whites into a bronze's stead,
And splashing notes of coastal whispers hush;
And fly my thoughts where gulls and wings do span;
And flutter in the salty water rush,
And moan do I as sea-fan shells began,
And echoing the love: how here we love,
And brine does make the thirst a pleasure's cause,
And pleasure's coast the streaked blue skies above,
And place me where my swell of love does pause:

For beauty tho' the scene of ocean's make
Have none by eyes of you and my heart take!

My eyes know beauty's art has need for praise;
For beauty stares herself into defect
And has believe the suitors pass her gaze;
Then seeks some vial to apply effect,
Adverts desire do play to worsen her;
Perfection shown does taunt the blemished seen:
'Till godly art has then became a blur-
That rapids youth to then what has now been.
But as with beauty's grace mans voice can't shy
And bounds him words into rethink her eyes
That her to her own beauty can't deny:
Her portrait has the sun in her arise;

As tho' in beauty one has two allowed
Should one have lost itself about a cloud.

The chamber of my heart's cold near the left;
So sickly thickened by her sight with his;
Betraying eyes that smile to my bereft
And stained by redden wine as red there is;
Ungodly as her lipstick beckons both-
And me, through frozen veins an equal cause:
To pierce as they did mine by secret oath;
Then I to self proclaim no mercy's pause:
Befall the cheerful couple to their make!
But wine would bitter still and me repose-
Where bitterness do echo such mistake-
To blame the thorns, I knew did mold the rose,

Then let deceitful love untouched by scorn
As they'll defeat their own when love has worn.

Undo the plague your love's befallen men;
By I with love alone to rescue you,
Repenting is but part of mine to when-
Forgiveness is bestowed by them purview:
As then, by heart to heart yourself shall mend;
To love through virtue's gate, that I do love;
But angel I am not nor can I send -
From you, contempt with all contempt thereof,
Immune then I cannot and suffer so;
As sweet is only sweet when sour is known;
And wise do take with love the love to know
The grace that made is often more that's shown:

So leave the hearted trails within our wake
And newer love let born, for lover's sake.