Shelley, you will never die.

If language will exist in the future, you will never die.
I wouldn't able to talk with you if it would be a lie,
years of years gone the lots come, the lots gone
language grew and born poets of different tone
from them, some say sorrow some say pleasure
As we know emotions couldn't be a measure
So, I'll not compare any work with something
as I'm also following to behold beauty in everything
and a thing of beauty is a joy forever ever and ever
the first sonnet Ozymandias I'd read and forgot never
that way of expressing and dealing with the subject
that ability to shape a verse on any one object
what makes a man poet, what's the difference
what they do, what they live, how they balance
a reality and the imaginative power they have
after all, whatever poets obtained they gave
in saying words for those muted men
who feel but unable to say, you and others gain,
taste of different thoughts whether pleasure or pain.
after what I read, feel, thought, and understand
I'm giving concisely about poets in your hand
a person has a personality while poets have many
presence of the poet's pleasure in poetry's accompany
their smiles are not ones made by their own
poets painted with words, what they see they shown
expressing some truth, some imagery comes
habit to choose words in the pattern becomes
able to give feel someone only with a pen's aid
rest of the craft, yes! Poets are born not made
if the language will exist in the future, you will never die.
I wouldn't able to talk with you if it would be a lie
yes one flower blossoms and one day becomes fade
but yet flowers blossom and the thing you made
are like flowers whose pollen grains;
spreading in the field gives birth to the new brains
possibly one of them is reading these words of mine,
not this day, Shelly will always be surrounded by shine
Shelley, you will never die. will never die.