Love
forlorn
lost men
are hung
upon appalling
ardent intensity.
Covetous enwrapped
enslaved victims.
To their ashen
sobered soul soaring
own life love
lusted bound passion.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice! like it Terence keep it up =)