Carpe Diem.

• Madeliene Turner, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2010

What must I do to earn your praise, my love?-for your standards seem ethereal,
Like I could continue dreaming for a rose, but all I must feel are the thorns,
Had we but world enough, and time, I would court you until the sun was dust,
Alas our lives are spider webs, dwindling and delicate, waiting to be cut,

If you would, could you end this game of cat and mouse?-your purr is my temptation,
Let me take infidelity off the table, and prove to you my unequivocal devotion,
For it is I, that will persist in trying to catch your twinkling eye,
So believe that I would continue such deed if we were gifted with all of time,

To me, can you declare love conclusively?-or I am a puppet dangling on brittle strings,
I am the gold on your own black tongue; your words are as elusive as they are sweet,
And this darling rose plucked from my unsatisfied soul, it has taken so long to grow,
So understand, my dear, that you should grant my wish before our time is gone,

What is it that I must do, to elucidate love from lust?-for it is you that my heart pursues,
I did acquiesce to your desires; now our souls must intertwine before our days are few,
But know my love, had we but world enough, and time,
I would spend each day dancing this alluring romance of thine.