He fell into
a pleasant debacle
of various cures
for intelligent thinking

And I envied,
I swear it
but congratulate him too -
for a midnight with Venus
is more than I can do

I, a week ago
scoured the alternative
and had only a romance
with pomp and high taste

A series of numbers
subsequently demanded;
now sadly of fortune
am I left to waste

In the kindest months
I will be left
with a few metres of room
to roam and despair

But never will I
under any temptation
be swayed from my aim
of meeting you there.