Impetuosity creates murky waters,
Through which we move, blinded.
Restraining rules allow time through which
We move still sightless, yet reminded.

Let those you love be perfectly themselves,
For one’s own image they must not bless,
Else, the reflection of yourself seen in them,
You’ll love of your own best.

Physical relations we must bestride,
For skipping ahead means missing some.
Prevailing beauty such as yours,
Of you I shall miss none.

Any beauty within my heart is from that,
Which I see, smell, hear, taste and touch,
That of you, by whom I am overwhelmed,
I never deem too much.

Pay heed, More haste, Less speed; no waste.
Only that of time could be argued,
But when we relate with our utmost love,
It is time, but only used.