Ceanna Poem by Mind Chatter

Ceanna,

Anna, my love, how do you these days?
How did you set yourself free?
Your memory chases me through a maze
That I've yet not managed to flee...

The wonders of your careful love
The gentleness you weaved in me
The deadness you once brought to life
Is dying once again, you see...

Oh Anna, dear, I've written you
How could you set yourself free?
You send a word or two at times
That's torture, don't you see...

You tended me, a wounded child
Watered me with your tears
Grew with me, a flower wild
I now regress in years...

Anna, my sweet, I need you so
How dare you set yourself free
This love you grew, oh don't you know
How deeply you're sewed in me...

You promised me, and kissed me deep
Deflowered me in every way
My friend, my mother, my lover, Anna
Dried up, I fly away...

AKA Quixotica