Love borne in briers of a lonely heart May bloom eternally on heaven's stage So sweet the lustre that lovers impart Like ink from a poet's pen on a page
When eternity comes bouquets decay And letters of love fade into the night Then mourning comes like a worn out cliche Uncertainty grow to strangle you tight
Shudder not now my friend the end of love When its curtains fall; take your final bow free it of corpus chains to fly above the empty trails of bards feet left on snow
When the last sonnet can't mend love's sorrow Toss in Dante's burning heart your arrow