Sonnet Xiv: Remember Me Not.. Poem by Milova Matthias

Remember me not, even if this verse distills mine name
Lest thee by men because of me be embarrassed
Or lest i with my little birth, stain thy noble fame
Only bury me in thy heart, once I'm in clay compassed.

For this world apart be part and compact of brutality
Where mere men like I shall chickenly die their death
If ever whether in heart or with eyes, dare to gaze thy beauty
Less to talk, of stretching thee their love even in stealth

This truth no colour, that the poet is not praised
Somewhere may, but not here on this sands that reeks with oil
For it loathes the growth of flowers that love ever grazed
Even when we rise against the force that mutilates our joy

So forgive me if this worlds says our love shall end here so
Just free me in thy heart so to wait in Eden for thee i can go
The radiant wishes of thousand suitors that shove
Thou art to me like a tasty bread, buttered so fine
And life on thy honeyed lips dipped in sweet wine..!