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