Inamorata.
By Pride Ed
"It gives me wonder great as my content
To see you here before me."
—William Shakespeare — Othello, act II, scene I.
She, veiled in night-breezes of darkled hue;
This cream Inamorata as you've called her.
She wishes to calm the seas; your eyes a turbulent blue.
The remnants of a broken heart she hopes to stir,
With the enchanting embrace of her halo-like arms.
Like you, this angel sought heaven all along.
Enthralled by her and all of her innocent charms,
You now cling to her and chant every love-song!
If World be willing — if malignant stars never shined,
Then she would fly to you without any fear,
And she'd cradle your heart; a widower's heart that pined
For this dusky form that you now hold in your thoughts so dear.
But tonight she waits for you in after-curfew dreams.
So luminous is her light, though the darkness it gleams!
Comments on "Inamorata."
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On Saturday, November 15, 2014, FadedBlues
(2168) wrote:
...well crafted, in a voice of romance & intrigue...
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On Monday, November 17, 2014, Pride Ed
(108) wrote:
Thank you very much for reading! :)