I’ve tried to die not one time but two
Much like my love and dream or you
For love has failed me with no regret
My love worth as much as to forget
Much like you, legend, and poetess
Whom if you were alive I would undress
Despite decades or centuries past
My love for you would still stead fast
My soulmate, my Sylvia Plath
If only I’d been present to make you laugh