Valentine's Conceit

Thou art lovely but forlorn
As my indispensable colon
Woeful were I as waste and rust
but Thee consumeth and flushed

I dreamt Thee squareth
and till Eternity our love be rooteth
for I favoureth Three and
Thou art Two

Thou art lovely but aghast
And hideous like a skullic vase
Frighteningly ugly upon chance that once
but fractured pieces of a million dust

I dreamt Thee sung
and till Dawn my ears were deaf
I used them to cry
for my lips were too dry

Thou art lovely but nasty
And unsightly like my colon's fecundity
Weary were I to traverse far
but the End was mine Light's car