Eulogy Poem by Mathew Lewis

You told me your heart is in a cage.
Would that I could I would rip it from that iron vault
And impassion it with rage.
And then my heart, which turns in its bony grave,
Might cease to be so restless
And two hearts can be saved.
Your heart hold captive hold no favors
For others of its kind.
While I think yours might still be free,
Mine has been sentenced to life.
I can not stop what I feel
Much less to hide what I know,
The tendency has become all too real
To never let it show.
You kissed me on the cheek that night,
And God was in his place,
But since then His work is sick and slow,
And to me he shows no grace.
What then of distance, time apart?
If heaven will not bless me.
Mine will remain a broken heart
No matter how long you miss me.
Stay then stolid heart in your cold and lonely cell,
The key to your locks bereft me.
I just hope my heart will die