I bought a ticket for my love's show, twice.
I couldn't wait for his preferrance response.
And greedy joy is worth this thousand price
Of calloused cranes that prove my renaissance.
                                                                                    

The first took to my palm like homeward bound.
The last carried with sharp Time intertwined.
I overspend to underthink my ground,
Take everything and leave all undefined.
                                                                                       

Now, paper wings that fill the stage with wind
Will blind him in their dancing quantity.
So long as he presents, I'll buy 'till dimmed.
That's some kind of full, momentarily.
                                                                                      

Then wonder what love is after this race.
Then burn to fly for the looks of his face.