To my dear Lady Procrastination:
For many night have I romanced you
and for many days have I, with you,
watched the sun drift lazily over us...
For hours at a time, in silence and in sound,
we would let our time float across the ground.
But I'm sorry, my dear, and though my faithfulness runs deep,
for the day that is tomorrow, away from you I must leap.
It's not that you have done me wrong
or have sung me a bad song,
but that my time with you has left me
with old burdens at my feet.
But do not fret and do not cry –
just wipe that tear from your eye.
It's only work; I'll return soon
in the light of the silver moon.
-Your Eternal Lover