Eternally Yours

Who will believe my verse in times to come? If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet it is, but as a tomb which hides your life And shows not half of your parts If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in my verses number all your grace The age to come would say, this poet lies, such beauty Never touched an earthly face I'm eternally yours Eternally yours Dying with my time Forever in my song Eternally yours Eternally yours Eternally yours So if my papers weathers with their age Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue And your true rights be termed a poet's rage In the stretched meter of an antique song But were some child of yours alive that time You should live twice in in and in my rhyme A woman's face by nature's own hand drawn The master-mistress of my fervidness I'm eternally yours Eternally yours Dying with my time Forever in my song As an unperfect actor on the stage Or some fierce beast replete with too much rage For I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite Looking at darkness as blind people do Only my soul's imaginary sight Presents your shadow to my sightless view Just like a jewel hung in blackest night I'm eternally yours Eternally yours Dying with my time Forever in my song Eternally yours Eternally yours Eternally yours My mirror won't persuade me I am old As long as youth and you are of one date But when in your time's furrows I behold Then it is time to anticipate death For all that beauty that does cover you Is but the seemly raiment of my heart Which in your breast does live as yours in mine How can I then be older than you are? I'm eternally yours Dying with my time Forever in my song