There is a place inside my body’s shoe,
Where inf’nite space and time do meet and chat.
It weighs a pound if measured by it’s truth,
I passed you quick, a fault, I should have sat.
For time is now shadow accident
For no true sun would shine till you are crowned.
A potion loving smile is what I meant
My feet, I hate, converted it to frown.
Could I change time? convert my sprint to stroll?
And tilt my hat, a monument of charm?
Question you the beauty that you stole?
A goddess gone! Olympus ring alarm!
What’er the time in question it may be,
I move my legs in haste direct to thee.