In far too meager time, though I
still ache
Our eager Earth to be more slowly
hurled
Around the sun and let us both
partake
In long-due conversations
intimate
Or of the grandest valor, heart,
or scope
With nothing private and words
infinite,
Spent in a gentle walk of
leisured lope.
No man, of course, can change the
stars and sun,
And love could never own reality;
Celestial forces put me on the
run
Instead as I work for my own
decree:
That time being the thing it
always will,
For you I fight it so I stay
strong still.
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