Ahixira! Lo, thou is hers, that scorneth
My love. For aye I adore the, and boreth
The pain that thou inflictest. Where are
You now? Thee has run the world for
To emblazon a path from my blazing passion.
I die every day from thine transgression.
Lovers are fools, the lot of them,
To toss their pearls before swine, broken again
By faithless, faceless, shameless friends.
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nice love or should i say heartbreak poem. In spite of the rule breaking sentences i should say the mood comes out even in the first two lines and its unmistakeable, nice work following instructions and not following rules.
Is the title supposed to be an irony, because etroit has something to do with strict?
I like the idea behind and trying to make sense of this..
hey!XD
If I can be honest, I don't really understand the language used in this poem.
Although the title was what originally drew me to the work, I don't understand that either. XD
However, the opening bit:
Makes it look like some sort of magical language and that's really cool.
In terms of spelling, I think it was accurate, but it is difficult to tell because, obviously, some of these are made up words.
Well done on originality anyway.
Keep writing
~BSF