An ode to you

An ode to you would so delight and kindle well the dark of night , where all but dreams do well provide a greeting met with either side, for heavens gates are bound in death, but I of love have living breath, and nothing ceased me to believe that you of all shall then reprieve, the nature of a lasting kind, to dwelleth in this heart of mine Entirely swept in lullabies, until the end , once the body dies, in subtle differences we all but love, enclosed by braches like a tree, and spread aground as so below With little non but ease, fortunately to be well and taking breaths of life into my lung, and in the end when you arrive, I’ll know the angels sung.