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Crossed by Love

 

 

 

 

 

I hear her voice, she's calling me again,
in raining tears, my name on her soft voice,
a whispered choice that echoes falling rain,
I'm lost to love's desire, there is no choice!
In this a dream of passion I am lost

Our hearts are crossed by love; in madness dream,
as baby screams her pleasure; our paths are crossed
once more alone as dawn awakes; I scream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author notes

Un-wreathed Poetry

Un-wreathed poetry is simply the reverse of Wreathed in that the first line starts with the internal repeat word in its first half.

It is more likely that Un-wreathed poetry was inspired by Irish poetry whereas wreathed is likely to be of Welsh influence.

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  • Mairi bheag gold member
    May 8
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    Interesting and ingenious.


  • maralisa silver member
    May 8
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    aw a wonderful write thank you for sharingmaralisa


  • GothicFyre
    May 8

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    An excellent write, I liked this poem because it was simplistic but honest, true and yet wily. Excellent writing, I liked it!