The press of time
If we were blessed with unlimited years,
none of times whispering press in our ears,
chance for reflection, to pause, take a breath,
no nagging thoughts of inevitable death.
My darling, I'd love you, at first from afar,
spend a Millenium admiring your star,
another light year before I told you
my feelings, enclosed in a sweet billet-doux.
Centuries more, I would take to describe
your beauty of which, long before I imbibe,
I'd gladly spend aeons, singing your praise,
decades explaining, you brighten my days.
Time though is short, for we all turn to dust,
live life while we can and must do what we must.
We both of us know that all things come to pass
So let's make some babies, here now - in this grass.
Oh, it’s so charming, Hobbo, and rather convincing. Think you just helped a lot of your readers out in their next close encounter. Sure to be effective.
It seems that as long as you’re not trying to be seen, you can do it on the grass, on a mattress, in a tree, on your knees, anywhere. It’s no longer an act of indecency. Those Law Lords did a thumbs up (or something went up).
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Ha ha. This reminds me of Andrew Marvell’s conceit “To His Coy Mistress”. Well done! 👏👏
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That’s the one I was thinking of, Worms. Well done you.
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You sly dog…
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😂
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Oh, it’s so charming, Hobbo, and rather convincing. Think you just helped a lot of your readers out in their next close encounter. Sure to be effective.
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I can be as smooth as sandpaper sometimes! 😂
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Gritty truth; I like it! 😂
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😂
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Rank romantic?
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Ever so. Incorrigible!
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Mr Romance
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That’s me, my friend.
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It seems that as long as you’re not trying to be seen, you can do it on the grass, on a mattress, in a tree, on your knees, anywhere. It’s no longer an act of indecency. Those Law Lords did a thumbs up (or something went up).
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🤣 A funny take on the situation. my gran would’ve been horrified. They never did ‘it’ in those days.
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My parents never even held hands in public. 🤣
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Thinking about it, neither did mine, so we must have invented ‘it’. 😂
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… or we’re related.
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🙈🌹
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I didn’t know where this was going; it took a sharp turn into John Donne, Robert Herrick territory but with that Hobbo stamp 🙂
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🤣 Hobbo-esque someone said. I like that 🙂
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yes, I like that 🙂
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