thy love bud

a   m e m e n t o   m o r i 

thine orb of hair I wear

tis a bud of love so fair.

but O to love is wrought with pain

as summer surely turns to rain.

death brags with his eternal kiss

but speak not of thy love I miss.

hither now please take your rest

forever thy love betwixt my breasts.

> * * <  in memory of toby

13.commission.Sam