Narcissus Echoed

From you, fairest creature, I desired    
to propagate both our fair pool of genes,  
and thereby show death's but a deaf liar  
as we hear future's loud arriving scream.  
   
But it seems, I have chosen a jonquil,  
and their desires feeds on their own flame,  
so even Shakespeare's cultivated quill  
couldn't stir the pool where your face was framed.  
   
But I shan't pine away as did Echo    
though you loved self in my mirroring eyes,  
I shall trumpet out all sweet tomorrows    
with a bold Aaron, not limp, Narcissi.  
   
You'll fade away as your love life grows thin  
You've had the feast that herald's, this famine.