To Andrew Marvell from His Coy Mistress
Mistress though I may be titled,
Mistress I am not
While my youthful hue sits on my skin
My long preserved virginity will be my gift.
Your sweet words will not hinder nor sway me
Of all my charming suitors, my choice was but you
So let time’s winged warrior hurry near,
Yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Think me foolish but I must be foolish
If I must know that where beauty shall no longer be found,
Your sweetness shall yet remain.
If you could wait until my last embrace
My soul will think you even sweeter
Alas, a fickle man you are, so I must say,
Wait till the lord blesses our embrace.
Works Cited: To his Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell