But wherefore do not you a sweeter way
Bring love upon this weeping mourner, Time?
And rectify yourself in your dismay
With means more glorious than my simple rhyme?
Now soar you in the skies of quiet hours,
And many priceless sayings yet unsaid
With blissful kiss would bloom the flawless flowers.
Much liker than your painted liar’s mask
So should the lines of words that love hold fair
Which our time’s paintbrush or my bold statement
Neither in secrets or hidden ‘hind stares
Can make you see yourself in the eyes of men.

To give away your love keeps yourself still,

And you must love, ‘cause of your own sweet will.