Just A Day For Her?
It’s a day late only to ask again, Since when did she need a day? Tell the earth to slow its whirl a little, No less than an eternity she needs. Only March must not deserve To mark just a day for her, Make each month an eon long, Each day one of God's Seven. Time may senesce, Sun may burn out, Calendar may end, all numbers be counted, Tell men however try as they may, Nothing whatsoever will do, let alone a day.