It didn't have to end like this
You didn't have to go
While you’ve wandered through my mind
I truly didn't know
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That you have loved the depth of me
Yet hid me in your heart
You longed to have my love returned
And prayed our tale could start
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I wish I'd understood your love
And nestled in its glow
Had felt the flame that burned in you
And held you soft but, no,
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The burning embers in your touch
Were cooled by ill-picked words
You built a home within your heart
That I did not deserve
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I turned my longing far from you
And left you there, heart-sore
And now I pray for friendship lost
I wish I'd loved you more.
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Love Letters Through Time
Context: Grace (Gráinne) Gifford, was a participant in the Irish nationalist struggle against British rule, which led to ‘The Easter Rising’, Easter Monday, 1916 in Dublin, Ireland. She was betrothed to one of the leaders, who were due to be executed the morning after being taken prisoner. Joseph and Grace were married the night before in his prison cell. Joseph (Seosamh Pluinceid)) was one of the leaders of The Rising, a signatory of the Irish Proclamation and, in death, a revered Irish hero. These are my imaginings of ‘her’ final words to him. I include a few words in Irish Gaelic as the movement that led to the rebellion favored speaking Irish, instead of English. I would wager a guess, as they were both poets and writers in the Irish republican movement that she would have chosen to marry her love of country with her love of him in expressing her devotion.
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What a tale of regret. This poem had a neat structure of rhymme that created distinct breaths of thought