I don’t mind to say
Love me like a grape
Afore it’s too late
Love must hasten
For time is wastin’
Soon I’ll be a raisin
After comes the ‘morrow
I’ll abound in sorrow
No time left to borrow
Let it be, forsooth
A word in the truth
I wish for my youth
Oh, dispiteous time
Admirable youth divine!
Love spills from thine eyen
Alak! It has begun
Dried in the sun
A raisin now done
😊❤️