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My Paramour
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2005 My Paramour, your Inamorata
The flame that kindles in our hearts
Not yet lit, but as a martyr
Would burn and grieve,
And then let us play our parts
And should I leave,
As the sun dawns above our heads?
Yes, your Inamorata will leave, My paramour,
I shall Leave these dirty beds
Oh! The slew of hours that do drag on
Eternity is much to abide,
But abide I shall
Until eternity is gone
i loved this poem.
I think it is about an eventful night, yet not so eventful in the eyes of the female (or male, whatever floats your boat).
And i think the final stanza is about how the female/male waits on for the second character not knowing whether they feel the same.
Overall, great poem, cudos to the author.
8/10
Cheesus Christ on a stick, Mel.
I fucking love it baby, I have no idea what Inamorata means but I shall find out as soon as i've posted this xxx