Time, oh wicked despot,
How you propagate and yet dilute,
The fickle fancies-cum-obsessions
Of a heart forever yearning.

Inflated is the fantasy
Of a mind thus undermined
By untimely fascination
And a pure, profound intent.

Beware of this affection
That through circumstance goes stale,
For a founded reciprocity,
Too, might not prevail.

Be wise, my loves,
For all does dissipate,
As the keepers of desires past
Ferment to demons in untimeliness.

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