Canst I prithee a mere carpe diem?
A taste of nary for a fere's mien
And there thou art - cometh from Eros's hem
Love is a touch and not yet a touch then

For I beseech thy f'lood - flesh and the blood
And not the dearth in the midst of the earth
For I demand these arousals to flood
Like stream of ditty from a lovers' birth

But then should I bequeath hide this desire
A devil or angel - lurking inside
Fathom is to perceive, love is not ire
Still is to stay for love hath to abide

And if a time - eternity shall fall
I'll kiss the day and die when the night crawl.