Alone With You -Sicilian Octave
"This time alone with you is precious, maid.
Could I but keep the moments sweet with you
from fleeting time’s demand that be not stayed.
All I’d give making veritas less true.
Since I lack power bidding time adieu,
love, I must seize the rose buds e’en what may.
Let me then speak of my heart’s pain anew,
of my constant thoughts tearing each spent day
zounds, into splintered pieces only you can stay.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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