Poems

In this grave

I am alone,

With my mouth sown,

In this grave,

Of mine I crave,

I crave for love,

To have my dove,

In my grave,

I will save,

The one who came,

That thought I was lame,

I loved him,

But that fate was dim,

We walk two separate paths,

If we loved there would be raths,

If we stray we could pray,

To stay astray,

We stay away,

But we love anyway.