Two Years in Unloving Romance

A Poem by W. R. Croatt

We've been two years in unloving romance
And we came from passion
To masks

Two years may become three
And four

And five years in unloving romance

Till the end of our sixth

And then we may find that there is your seventh
And also there will be mine.

© 2017 W. R. Croatt

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Added on July 21, 2017
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W. R. Croatt

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Christian man, bloodbath saved So for me, death does not wait Quiet, unless I speak And when I speak, words chosen carefully Creater, weeper Misunderstood by all but few Keeper, brother I love .. more..

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Me, in Thought