If a better heart calls on yours let it be,
  I can but comply;
It is well that you should be free of memory,
  The cherished bride.

For if love bears the chest but receives no yes,
  His heart is freed,
To voyage on a darkened sea an anguish guest,
  A mask of black for identity.

We must suffer the loss of each other,
  I the keener part.
Claim her from me worthy sir…
  “I do” will still my heart.

Till then hope flutters on an arrow lunar high,
  The thought of this;
Of her heart returned to me in true loves reply:
  As You Wish!

(Inspired by: Phantates XVII)