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
Free verse poetry, mostly fiction, some nonfiction
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