A Different Time And Place
    Some may think me very strange
    Nay worse may be infirm
    That I would wish to speak of thee
    In archaic and classic term

    What are these words we daily use
    Naught but a mere reflection
    Of the times we live and die in
    With hip and trendy inflection

    As speech in time doth surely change
    So too doth change our view
    And love today how ye differ
    Love past to love so new

    My love for thee is truly great
    But differs from times norm
    My passions fire consumes me
    And takes a different form

    Like Ezra Pounds sweet Alba
    Your sweet lips on my brow
    Does cool the fire that burns within
    As you lay beside me now

    So bring thee to me quickly
    In loves posture we embrace
    For where I am when I’m with thee
    Is a different time and place