My Enchanting Inamorato
My Enchanting Inamorato
Hence, then, your and my
Clutched arms go far away, Above the wayward sky.
Moulding clouds into wave,
Two anchors only no other spy.
Hurricane lamp be our shield in dark,
Get up time let's fly.
Perhaps, we transcend beyond the heaven,
Or fall into pit and wander deep the ocean.
Succumb me not 'oh, youthful monarch
Neither crown me nor snip my domain.
Down your sceptre, hold my hand,
Praise me for the Peace you gain.
Raise, Time Let's penchant obtain.
All together tenaciously bound with ardent affection;
Your celestial sublimity confines me,
You do accept my musing with no detention.
'Oh, time my enchanting inamorato, Chase your Rose with veneration.
Embrace me round your breast
And come wing me high above the generation.