Ephemeral Romance

My paramour, try to understand me now. You knew the shape of my heart in the course of our budding affair. At the start, my face was not disfigured with dissimulation, and my mien has always been upright. For, I am perplexed in the nature of monogamy. You can not imprison my cripple heart. There are no gentle terms of endearment that can cure me. You stand before me with peeling eyes trying to reach the core of me. Trying to understand me with all your weakness of a man from Mars. My paramour, try to understand me now. Although, I was jocund in all our congenial coitus and oftentimes you sent me flying. My heart remains impervious. My paramour, try to understand me now. You are a virtuous man, soulful, cultured, and refine. You are ambrosial for any woman. Melt away my paramour from devotion, and make no more grievance pleas of the subject of our ephemeral romance for you see you are the conqueror of this affair. Be in time with the fact that this is but a small breach, to your heart and ego. (sigh) As for me, I will fall back into a spiral of ephemeral love affairs. copyright 2016 Looking At The Light From The Bottom of The Lake.