Twice

Who will believe my plea in time to come,
If it were filled with your most soft of hearts?
Though yet cosmos knows it is but as a tomb
Which smalls your life, and shows not half your parts.

Magic could nay show the truth of your eyes,
Illuse a mirror to all your graces,
Those who've met him, my man 'This poet lies;
One man just, unique like water freezes.'

So should me, my paper, yellow with age,
Myself not changed but you removed from above,
And your true fight for me in elven cage
Reinhet a man whose hate ne'er end our love


Resurrect I can't for your wish in time,
But he can live twice, in it, and in my rhyme.