She's had a long and tragic love life. <br /> <br />Her gifts are on display for all to see. <br /> <br />Her wrath has been the downfall of a few, but she has been the inspiration of many for the longest time. <br /> <br />She is the night sky. <br /> <br />And she is my paramour. <br /> <br />I make it my mission to see her every night. <br /> <br />I ask her all sorts of questions, but she never gives me a direct answer. <br /> <br />Last night I asked her, <br />'Why can't I feel my heartbeat? ' <br /> <br />Her answer was one to stun, <br />'It is a god given burden for you and a few others to carry, each of you are meant to save someone or something.' <br /> <br />I didn't understand, I thought that the night sky was the only kind goddess around. <br /> <br />But she gave me an answer, and now I know what I am. <br /> <br />I didn't see her again. <br /> <br />I only snuck little peaks at her majestic benevolence and her undying beauty. <br /> <br />She may not be my lover anymore, but she taught me she does not bring the darkest hours. <br /> <br />And while she may be a paramour of my past, she is still my closest friend, physically, mentally, and spiritually.<br /><br />Adrian Cordova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-paramour-3/
