petrarchan

Until the world beckons our swift return,
I'll sit with her beneath a sapling tree
Her arms conjoining perfectly to me,
As if our bodies never could adjourn.
To be forever one is what we'd yearn.
I'd wish that time would lack the skills to see,
So its restraints could break and set us free.
Yet we'd obey our clocks; their wills so stern.

Perhaps one day a riot to their crime,
Would cease our love's restriction to a day.
And when we've conquered every bit of time,
The roots around us would decide to stay
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