Youngest Love by Connor Deeks

Young LoveYoungest Love by Connor Deeks

 

Come, little infant, love me now before birth,

While thine unsuspected years pass you by,

Yet to see the courage of your father,

Nor the love unconditional of her,

The branch that holds your cocoon so gently,

Two pillars that commemorate your future.

 

Revel in the freedom of all life’s weight,

Float in delicious nectar that bears you.

But never forget the sweet you don’t know,

The wonderful embrace of her belly,

An unchosen yet lovely life before,

Her promise to keep you safe until youth,

When the slow world begins to count your age.

 

Now then love me: time may take you away,

Before you or I or her are ready,

Kick her belly, pop like a yellow kernel,

Curl and twist, a tornado within her,

For the pain is beat back by affection,

The signs of growth are all we need to live.

 

So we win of doubtful fate and of fear,

And if good you—she or he—to us meant,

We that good shall antedate with a date,

That symbolizes your arrival here,

In our world different yet wonderful.

 

So, to make all rivals vain with lack of,

Now I crown thee with my love, a small crown,

I need not yours yet but soon she will too,

As you fight for air and she drowns in pain,

When that room fills with noise of the worried,

When your subjects look upon you with love,

Crown me why thy love, that new infant love.

 

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Young Love

Young Love

By Andrew Marvell 1621–1678 Andrew Marvell

Come, little infant, love me now,

While thine unsuspected years

Clear thine agèd father’s brow

From cold jealousy and fears.

Pretty, surely, ’twere to see

By young love old time beguiled,

While our sportings are as free

As the nurse’s with the child.

Common beauties stay fifteen;

Such as yours should swifter move,

Whose fair blossoms are too green

Yet for lust, but not for love.

Love as much the snowy lamb,

Or the wanton kid, does prize,

As the lusty bull or ram,

For his morning sacrifice.

Now then love me: time may take

Thee before thy time away:

Of this need we’ll virtue make,

And learn love before we may.

So we win of doubtful fate;

And if good she to us meant,

We that good shall antedate,

Or, if ill, that ill prevent.

Thus as kingdoms, frustrating

Other titles to their crown,

In the cradle crown their king,

So all foreign claims to drown,

So, to make all rivals vain,

Now I crown thee with my love:

Crown me with thy love again,

And we both shall monarchs prove.

Young Love