Beauty of Love..

Would i be remembered,as time to come,
surpasin' my time of glory,heading new century,
Once i'm gone,burried under a tomb,
What would reflect,the presence of my born?

How could i,judge the beauty of your eyes,
so pure,so true,no lie of lies,
the sanity and the word it's speakes,
say's more than the ocean , preakes.

The age to come,would not agree...
"How could such heavenly touches, feel 'd earthly faces"?
So here i am,paper's yellowin'through time...
The only prove i'hv,that you'r so divine..

Your sanity,as no words to preak..
'tHey live as long as an antique song..
You'r one person alive, that meets no die...
'cz u live in time and in my rhyme...

p/s->a poem invoked by "Sonnet 17"