Last of Hours

Do me a favor, Oh fair Fortune
Come to me and sing me a tune
Far more fragrant than a festoon
Sincerer than a lone fiction

You are not Cinderella
Or a princess from Verona.
I am not a lord prince
Neither nobleman of
    an England's province.

Yet wherefore bother by the tick?
And tell a voice of apologetic
Wherefore fear the tock?
And almost curse the clock.

Give me your hand as we dance
To the song of a pity romance
Where I wish to never end
Our hearts and melody just starting to blend

Time, take hold and never let go
Rhyme, where would end this poem
As I take the last hours
As though the last of us.

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