Annabel Lee Part TwoA Poem by burnhouseAnnabel's point of view poemI needed love, and so I believed love needed me. Love in the form of cold hands soft touch caring eyes Love in the form of him. Indeed he did. And it was no angels above, no demons below us that separated our souls hearts bodies minds It was the rooting breath of Death
which cursed our Kingdom by The Sea And our love that was more than love never stopped Unlike our hearts. Little hearts that craved for love arts. © 2013 burnhouseAuthor's Note
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