Mon Amour In Melbourne — [A Love Poem For Her]

Mon Amour in Melbourne

This is “Mon Amour in Melbourne” — [A Love Poem For Her]

Title: Mon Amour in Melbourne by Senator Papahatziharalambrous

Above Spencer Street, where the city once breathed steam,

we rose thirty-one floors into a private dream.

Hot-air balloons drifted past at arm’s length,

carrying strangers while we discovered our strength.

No calendar mattered — 1938, 1869, or now —

for time bent and folded at your whispering vow.

On that balcony the workers below were ants,

fighters and lovers unaware of our dance.

Your skin, pale as moonlight on the Yarra’s slow turn,

met mine like a hymn my body still learns.

Your bosom a secret cathedral of pink and white,

nipples like rosebuds that reached for my bite.

Our lips did not simply touch but spoke in tongues,

foreign and ancient, where “mon amour” is sung.

[Chorus]:

Where have you been my darling? I’ve waited so long

To feel your touch, to see your face and hear your song.

You are all that I need, you’re my heart’s desire,

The kiss that sets my very soul afire.

As the evening falls over the city so divine,

My heart, my lover, I am yours and you are mine.

Let the stars be our witness, the night our allure —

Mon amour, je t’aime, that is certain and sure.

Seven days, perhaps less, perhaps a lifetime entire,

our souls stoked a quiet and insatiable fire.

At Young and Jackson’s, at The Mitre’s worn bar,

the city shut down and we opened a star.

Cobblestones echoed our footsteps at night,

Melbourne became ours, hidden from sight.

Even the sheets we tangled became city streets,

maps of a kingdom where only our love meets.

Then the farewell morning — grey tram bells wept —

I held back the tears while your perfume crept

through my shirt, through my blood, a soft phantom ache,

and the husky voice I adored began to break.

Distance stretches between Victoria and New South Wales,

but in every gust of spring your memory sails.

Where are you now, mon amour, as I write?

Do you feel my arms in the Melbourne night?

This city still waits, its heart on display,

its churches, its alleys, its pubs by the bay.

The balloons still drift, the skyline still yearns,

for the day of your epic and triumphant return.

You are more than a moment, more than a day,

you are lifetimes of glances that will not decay.

And though the world erases stations and years,

our love stands like granite beyond fashion or fears.

Mon amour in Melbourne, the city and I

keep vigil together beneath a southern-cross sky.

For an Australian heart and soul — so loved and dear to me.

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Music Video available on YouTube Mon Amour in Melbourne — [A Love Poem For Her]: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liOuBQQcZ50

Lyrics, Music & Vocals by Senator Papahatziharalambrous | Takin Thepiss ©2025