Only Love

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
Chance,
happenstance,
accidental,
but maybe fate.
His voice,
oh,
his voice,
indelible
in her heart
even decades later.

Strong,
gentle.
Kind and insightful.
Her,
all wrong,
too slow to recognize
love,
one love,
the only love,
and then he was gone.

Decades later,
memories
rending her heart.
Then,
she was someone else.
Now,
it was too late
for her one love,
only love…
never to love again.

©April 2022
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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