hasten unto the meadow my love,
let us greet the sun anew,
and gaze contently at it's rays,
whilst they play upon the dew.

Hudle together neath it's splender,
as colors paint the morning sky,
lest in our haste, the morn we waste,
and another day slip by.

For once the sun hath risen,
there is work and much to do,
the roof needs mending, the garden tending,
and the pony needs a shoe.

To busy are we for formalities,
and no time for idle chatter,
nor time to stop and smell the roses,
or show our love to those who really matter.

And even I on this sonet,
did spend to much time of my short life,
t'would rather have spent it holding you,
my sweet and danty wife.

------- Author's Notes -------

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