Curves of words Chris-crossing
Singular verbs with no ending.
No words to express the longing
Or tears in my unknown heart.
Secrets of my lust and
The years of my yearning,
The lies of silent burning,
The cries of wishing for Belonging,
Whispers of my secret wanting.
The Love I wished for was
Burning deep inside my soulful heart
Crossing centuries of living.
Sent from Love above
Bringing sorrow with years
Upon centuries of heartfelt words,
Yet turned to ashes long before
Our Chris-crossings were felt.
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