Dying Love

Forever my heart and soul is yours, do as you wish, come rose or thorns;

 Desire I give unto your bosom, it is my one rest, ever my prism;

 Suredly I spake truth in volition, that ever my heart to stop it's condition.

 And weary layeth my head to die, that I find your beauty in my eye;

 At last rare sight to sow in mind, and layeth until your love I find.