The rush. The joy. The heaven.
Of a new love.
Incomparable. Joyous. Ecstatic.
Pity like life
It’s impermanent.
Though love remains.
It never reaches those
Rapturous heights of
The newness again.
Bob Boyd
My Archived Poetry Blog With 3,750 poems
The rush. The joy. The heaven.
Of a new love.
Incomparable. Joyous. Ecstatic.
Pity like life
It’s impermanent.
Though love remains.
It never reaches those
Rapturous heights of
The newness again.
Bob Boyd