Not love, but unlove’s blind: behind its cataracts dim shadows breed and populate a phantom world of dull comparisons – while love, with x-ray sight, pierces the veil, reveals the miracle. Not beauty, but old age is skin deep: under its deceitful mask still gleams the eternal spark – the fire beneath the frost. The girl you are shows clearly in your eyes and my twenty-year-old’s heart is lost, is lost.
Anthony Watts has been writing ‘seriously’ for over 40 years. He has won prizes and had poems published in magazines and anthologies. His latest collection is Stiles https://www.paekakarikipress.com/?content=publications.php . Anthony’s main interests are poetry, music and walking.