by Grace Andreacchi
f you had not been, then was I also nothing
If you had not come into the silent world
bringing me this bright delirious dream
I half-made should refuse to be born at all
Not enough room between us
to get so much as a fingernail
Is there, my darling?
Oh you have battered this heart of ours till it bleeds
You have written my name in heart’s blood
in letters a thousand miles high
I have written your name
and still I love you
more and more
and evermore
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Grace Andreacchi is a U.S.-born author known for her blend of poetic language and modernism with a post-modernist sensibility. Andreacchi is active as a novelist, poet and playwright. Her work appears in Horizon Review, The Literateur, Cabinet des Fées and many other fine places. The award-winning play Vegetable Medley played to enthusiastic audiences in New York and Boston (USA)
Last updated September 16, 2011