Boy:Â Â Â Â Â Â 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:Â Â Â Â Â Â 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:Â Â Â Â Â Â Don't you see we're buffed in baffling bricks
              and Time has caged us in her muffling ribs?
Boy:Â Â Â Â Â Â But, I guess you know of poems of want,
              lines love-wrought which Defiance sought?
Girl:Â Â Â Â Â Â 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:Â Â Â Â .....
Boy:Â Â Â Â No, a shimmering story bestowed
            from the gone old days of gold...
Girl:Â Â Â Â : ))
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:Â Â .....
Boy:Â Â Â Â We can speak of it not.
            All the same, can deny it not.
            Longingly locked in Luck’s ill-fitting frock!
Girl:Â Â .....
Boy:    My heart is bold; can’t tame it, I fought.
            And, without it, would I be the man I sought?
Girl:Â Â .....
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:Â Â Â Â 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:Â Â Â Â ?!
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:Â Â Â Â Â Â : ))))))
Fate and the human heart are enemies; their battles we fight.