A night this is, to kill a love

 

A night this is, to kill a love:

The weary stars have seen enough.

They’ve wept at how we’ve wondered here

From their fine view, so clear above.

 

Together, us: so almost-near

Beside the fire, once tender, dear.

They must be tired, to see us dance

This mortal grasping, once sincere.

 

I plead to them: But once last chance,

Please, prove our moment of romance;

Alas they know this night is our

Last to share in their expanse.

 

To kill a love: this is the hour.

So under their expanse, devour

This moment, love: this fading chance,

As starlight dies on our romance.

 

 

Don’t worry, darling. Our love is very much alive, and the stars are happy for us. Inspired by Robert Frost and Dylan Thomas. 

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One thought on “A night this is, to kill a love

  1. Lovely wintery Robert Frost and you. So glad to know that your love is very much alive, as is this poem. I feel very privileged to experience these moving, evocative, and beautiful sounding poems. Real poetry. Love, Gran

    Sent from my iPad

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