Sonnet XVII

If time had stayed a guest in our fair days,
Instead of walking to its pacing march
And bringing us along to change our ways,
Then I would wait to finish this love's arch.
And if the days would wait and stay awhile
While I thought ways to build from out of naught,
Then this be true: I'd love your growing smile
While Cupid's stylings send affections taught.
But as it stands, time forces me along
And days grow short with Winter's looming air.
Though in this rush, these feelings do grow strong
While trembling eyes look to your heart as fair.
So by time's hand I do extend my own
To ask of yours to walk past the unknown.