The Girl Is Done :Petrarchan Style

I make no promises of my graceful presence to you I could lie, but how few could I shake off these dismisses Making time, so hard, confuse your frozen heart in time Like a mountain I must climb Wondering, oh what to do? Ringing you back, first option then waning the dusk away now I haven’t a clue I probably stare at shun and had things still to say, This girl is done, that will do!