In the context of a response to Marlowe's poem, Raleigh eschews an idealized version of love for a realist model. Not that he's bereft of passion, as the rhyme scheme and meter flow with the pronounced heartbeat of a man in love.
This poem, if I remember my school days correctly, is in fact a response to another poets work and is intended to be tongue in cheek. Nonetheless, on its own it is an excellent piece of work.
Her Reply is a practical answer to all the moonbeams and malarkey spewed by male shepherds (not real shepherds, of course, but the cocky young courtiers playing at being shepherds) in the heat of passion. The young lady responds with mother wit - 'Sure, lad, don't you know that as time passes, so does your passion! Winter and age come on with a vengeance that puts the lie to all your charming promises! The gown you made of posies for me withers as the season changes, don't you know? That damn rock you put me on will freeze my tush off if I sit on it when jack frost nips at me. All that malarkey of youth won't stop my hair from graying either! If life and youth were forever, I might come and live with you as we sport in green fields! But social security and medicare are what I forseen for both of us as we suffer the indignity of old age! Get a grip on reality, bucko! '
My poem goes like this
It's called 'It's still loading'
please load for me and my friends
please load and load until the end
please load quick and please load fast
before my time has past
please load for me and my family
please load please load before I send this