Coyness, lost

Had we but worlds enough and time
Thy coyness would not be a crime
time and tide move sure and slow
as this lovers feelings grow
The river here though deep and wide
Could never keep me from thy side
I'd oft to Kent from Essex fly
to greet thee with a lustful sigh
A decade I should take to praise
the beauty of thy poise and grace
upon each breast I'd spend a score
The rest I'd covet twenty more
With time I'd dwell on every part
then take an age to win your heart!
                 HOWEVER
times winged chariot's nearing innit
we dare not waste another minnit
the gift of love is heaven sent
Good speed us to the main event
on having you I'm now hell bent
Love you to your heart's content

When summer's sun is at it's height
Then autumn brings it's own delight
Cold winter's promise long dark nights
By spring I'll have you bang to rights!