Fay Slimm.

Her Love

 

 

 

Her Love.

 

Winter does not aid our pain, like threshed
meadows we lie
exposed to that empty day when she had
to go on her way
leaving behind such heart-break. 

 

Yet her love has not let us cry as quenched 
need knows she rests
and with bursts of winter-sad tears when
her name we repeat
happy mem\'ries follow grief\'s pain.