For aeons following ages, you have come and laughed and gone
Dancing inconsequentially down Time's primrose way....
From when you were a woman of some messy, dampish cave
Until this ultra-polished, dull — and yet neurotic — day
I've known you! Through a million years, — yes, all of that or more.
My memory informs me I have kept you well in sight;
It takes some time to make a girl as perfect as you are —
The concentrated essence of unusual delight!

You'll thrill world after world to come, with tricks you've used before,
Holding men's fate in your small palms — so cruel yet so soft —
Breaking their hearts sometimes, of course, and sometimes even yours,
But keeping ever your radiant flag of vibrant youth aloft.
And though I dread the sorrow you will cause again, my dear —
The useless trouble and the dreary, futile, poignant pain,
When you return, each age, I'll beg whatever gods look down,
That I may be — as I am now — your lover once again.