Impossible love

Courtesy: Pixabay
Whispered gasp
where touch
not her own

She was too old
to be new,
by every

was unaware
love existed.

not real love,
not this love,
not the kind
that keeps you up at night.

A moan,
a sigh,
an impossible love,
one she was discovering

©September 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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