Ever Always

Courtesy: Pixabay
Ever she would,
ever more
reaching out,
her heart failing,
falling still.

Ever she was touched,
held close,
the truth inside
ever a lie

Ever she feared
she'd acknowledge
the truth,
in the ever of forever
her love would remain a dream.

©November 2016, May 2021
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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