An Afridi Love Song

I can surrender to Death but once and gone
Can never turn a page that lies in the receding years.
You are my Lord and I thy sweetest song
Sing! for if thou art silent I am but a memory of foolish tears.
I give myself to thee this night relenting not:
Offer seventeen summer's bloom in one short hour,
Tomorrow this night belongs to Destiny's lot—
A cast off bloom from Passion's bower.