Ultimate love beyond death
May close my eyes laste
Shadow that the white day will take me,
And you can untie this soul of mine time, to his anxious eagerness flattery;
But not from that other part on the shore It will leave the memory, where it burned:
Swimming knows my flame the cold water,
And lose respect for severe law. Soul, to whom everything a prison God has been,
Veins, what humor they have given to so much fire, Marrows, which have gloriously burned,
Your body will leave, not your care; They will be ashes, but it will make sense;
Dust they will be, more dust in love.
To Isabella.
Object of my Desire_ by @Marlenaa92