Crossed by Love
Form: Octave
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
©JezzieGFarmer2012
A Garret Poet 
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