Boy: You love me back...
you do, don’t you?
Girl: I can’t be so bold,
neither can I sling a single ‘not’,
nor hurl to you a hurting bolt.
Boy: Won’t we meet again by the grace of Luck?
Won’t these ticks of Luck tock us a tittle knock?
Girl: My time for you won’t tick that tock,
nor shall yours be the tickles you sought.
Boy: Don't let tiny ticks clip love with cutting clicks.
Every scented rose sure has its piercing ******
though love's tricks shall, too, mull soul's briny creeks
for a rainbow glow on your rain swept cheeks.
Girl: Don't you see we're buffed in baffling bricks
and Time has caged us in her muffling ribs?
Boy: But, I guess you know of poems of want,
lines love-wrought which Defiance sought?
Girl: That, too, I can tell you not
whether I can read a single word love wrote.
Boy: Love’s capriciously wrought in this plot.
You can’t be of the same selfish sort!
Girl: .....
Boy: No, a shimmering story bestowed
from the gone old days of gold...
Girl: : ))
Boy: Why! Shouldn’t smiles bend Time’s knee
and in glee thus be free?
Could love only ever be a wee old fantasy?
Girl: .....
Boy: We can speak of it not.
All the same, can deny it not.
Longingly locked in Luck’s ill-fitting frock!
Girl: .....
Boy: My heart is bold; can’t tame it, I fought.
And, without it, would I be the man I sought?
Girl: .....
Boy: With or without you I’m not.
Blind a barbed knot!
How I wish I cared not a single jot.
Girl: That’s a terrible knot.
You must curl to it not.
Boy: Yes, no;
if you here shall ever be not,
and Time’s silver I sought
in your hair be forgot,
I’ll upon thee more love allot.
Girl: ?!
Boy: The stars in thine eyes I’ll never be.
Nor the silver in your hair shall I stay ‘n see.
But,
there’s this in me Time is green with envy:
this deity on the knee who loves loving thee.
This heart for thee shall heed no decree;
that which makes this sorry boy you see
the very divine friend that he will ever be.
Girl: : ))))))
Fate and the human heart are enemies; their battles we fight.