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