She Loved Not Him Who Her Father Chose
A poem I wrote some years back, on love, a disapproving family, and a tragedy of murder and suicide! which I now …
Lovers Overheard in Birr
“True, Ill enjoy it, But when the morning comes I will feel dirty” – she said. “How? No you will not” He …
Lovers of Valdaro
As in life, in death, they lie, embraced In the Eternal Cloak of the cold cold ground The warm bonds of an …