Anna Moore Poem by Nweke Emmanuel

I am in love with Anna Moore
The late daughter of late John Moore
Now and before -
She ceased to be no more

It was a pity, she died not old
She was eighteen and some days old
That day we ran away, down the mountain road
She became weak, seized by cold

Now I dream of her day and night
Running to me, from the mountain road's height
Her robe light and white
Her smiles still lovely and bright

Though she has ceased to be
I do not think of I - but we
I never think of another with me
It is Anna who will always be

I am in love with Anna Moore
The late daughter of late John Moore
Who was eighteen and some days old
When she was seized and killed by cold.

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