I figured out what is eternity,
In longing, and boring hours of a day,
Eternity could be anxiety,
In half-second before a kiss would lay;
Could love be measured in eternities?
Does love subtracts from life for lack of it?
Will such amounts touch on infinities?
My heart knows not, cares not if what should fit;
I'm just a fool, not the foreboding sage,
Whatever waits in the forthcoming bend, Is worth enough to be my labor's wage,
As life should never worry for its end;
........Nor for its past, nor for the times unseen,
........And so should love, what it is, what it's been.
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