The valley

What pale and delightful death seeks lillies as a kin, for he was vibrant as a breath my love before death crept on in As blooming lips now wheel of white A nightshade beneath the body lies, as so the moon makes heaven sweeter and dwelleth on his eyes, wherein the skies would heaven be I called him with my heart encased, and down the valley he has gone, full gown and pretty laced I forbid the passage burning, my yearning would subdue the clouds, yet I must whither to like lillies once he's left the boughs, I can't imagine silver wings, but colours like that evening sun Boundless beauty in the passion I love him woe begun, and in this parting serinade make living tears upon his death, away with angels so much love wherever now his breath.