Ageless beauty thy legacy entombed
Where blissful nobility once did shine
Can’st thou give of thine ornament heirloom’d?
Or wilt death deny love’s flourishing vine?
Honeysuckle rose sing loudly and gay,
Tender bloom so fragrant and truly rare,
Fill up my senses with love come to play;
Pervade and consume my being if ye dare.
This bequest the sum of bold waves crashing
Upon a shore of torn and tattered dreams
Living not for the tide’s sharp teeth gnashing
So, I lay my head ‘neath calming moonbeams
Seeking such repair as earnestness deems
And devour thine splendor’s fullest extremes.