For you shall live forever in this rune,
That future eyes your wonders may astound,
And softer far than lines in chiseled stone,
From love’s own lips, no grander praise be found.
Though portraits and mementos may attest
Devotion marked by lovers long since passed,
A lyric memory where true love’s confessed
Shall be the sweeter shrine that Time outlast.
Of peerless beauty here I humbly scrive,
Pure sterling virtue, grace beyond compare,
Angelic harmony of heart divine
With elegance to makes a sovereign stare.
May golden ink flow from this humble pen,
To here prove worth that shan’t be seen again.

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