A rebuttal to Andrew Marvell's "To His Coy Mistress

¶ … Marvelous Marvell

We have world without an end, and time as a tool,

Since love, tangible love, breeds not in an empty pool.

Let's sit down and deliberate without haste

Whether to walk or leave the love a day to prostrate.

Lest Dead Sea for Indian Ganges we mistake

And fowl smell, sea shells and fish we take.

For all your complains I withstood,

So should you stand with me through the flood.

Though I may or may not agree,

But time and expanse be the Decree.

As our puppy love grows to African Acacias

Mightier, wider than the drying Savannas.

Eon of years pass like galloping horses,

And you behold the commitment roses.

Twice the Eons to keep our chastity,

Even thrice to aid humanity.

Just a decade to our marriage,

Truly I shall approve to your courage.

For Marvelous Marvel, true love waits,

And uses not time as baits.

For by my side sits the clock

And the delayed crowing of the cock,

The azure cluttered with much a chore

With no time to sit under the bough,

But to work and commit with all our souls.

The mortality fear we put a far

As our graves for long stay ajar

The treasured purity share it with the world,

Our springs of honor renewed by each word.

And you tether your lust from dust

Hence the graves spaces for us lost.

For eternity in our hands we grasp.