Heaven’s Twain

Shall my pen speak of the grand heaven’s twain?
Of truth, so lives my muse and so too love
And breathe that be one ill, all do cry vain
But in tender embassy, fly above
So then sweet lives of two be in one find
Not earth nor eyes do see but save for life
That two be one by chains that do so bind
Else, make meet in pyre and by hell build strife
And if top minds shake their untamed reason,
Be so the more live praises to my muse
For can love spring hate as stars die at dawn
Her beauty shall in time’s due end not lose
And by heart, of Only Truth, speaks straight now
Let quickened love, upon my muse, do bow.