Come live this moment, the Here and Now
Among the vast cascade of years
Wring every drop that Fates allow
From cold jealousies and furnished fears.

Eventually you might come to see
My soul by yours beguiled
Our dance of Love would be as free
As the laughter of a playful child.

Average lovelies are forever fifteen
While true beauty grows older above
No great passion in those too green
While fine for lust, but not for Love.

Come love me, for what time may take
Before you must drift away
Of my hunger a virtue I will make
And dine upon you while I may.

Let us wrestle with the hand of Fate
And if our success is meant
Let love be something we can create
Despite others attempts to prevent.