My Paramour

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