Grá mo chroí

April 11, 2010
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Means love of my heart, in Irish.

And the silver rain—
shatters the air like cosmos, like Sirius
burning a hole through the clouds.
The gloxinias glowing in the moonlight
show the pale path ahead of me,
somewhat unknown and unpredictable.
My heart can’t quench the flame
of him, even though he doesn’t feel
the very same at all. But my heart is
burning more than the sun, and longer.

This love will not die out.
That’s why it’s called love of my heart.

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Joseph123 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 25, 2010 at 2:15 pm
I wanted to add, "Even if he does join the IRA," after "This love will not die out," and, "That's why it's called love of my heart," but I forgot to put it in :S
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