LOVE By R. S. Pyne The night was icy but I didn’t mind Because you were by my side, together As one, we walked in the snow, ties that bind Overcame even wintery weather You were always there, in sun and shower As we gathered rosebuds, chasing time Heedless of the fate of flowers, Herrick had it right in every line. But then you left me and there were no more Winter walks when you held my hand and danced Romantic tangos, snowflakes by the score. You burned too bright, my love, and Death advanced. The night is icy and I still don’t care. A way to recapture what once we shared
R. S. Pyne is a writer/geoscience researcher/Mental Health First Aider from West Wales. Fiction credits include Curating Alexandria, Aurora Wolf, Mad Scientist Journal, Hungur, Phantaxis, Neo-Opsis and Bête Noire. Poetry has appeared in Voice of Eve, Visual Verse and In Layman’s Terms.
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