..plz... Correct me , I'd be obliged ! Thou said that we spilted, Similing artificially in thine cheek, Thine tears of sorrow show. We shall come across today, We shall say our farewells, Yet may love confound us, In silence,in gradual time. Thine hand transfixed my pride, My prim instinct as well. Muse bade me to endure, Yet doth she know me. I planed to bury love, The vaguer thine figure was, The truer my amour was. For aught I can say, I am the buried one.