Photo: CA Hawthorne
Love lies dormant,
silent, no longer whispering.
Love beyond measure
mourns its lost treasure
waiting, hoping, wishing.
Instead, there’s a lament,
a remembrance when it’s too late.
This love, enough for evermore and thereafter,
has all gone to waste.
©July 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne
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