My Paramour Poem by Jason Bradley

Pressing down the heart still brings
A perishing to clinch the means
And hold a place so close and dear
And paramount to evil here

My Paramour, my premature
In which the soul still lingers
To where my mind beleaguers
Still euphoria mingled within
Melancholy twixt the wind

As it sighs and holds against me
And fills this mouth with envy
That I could see that dream ensue
To witness the future true

And covet the years to come
With feral and unequaled zeal