"A Romantic Walk" by Max Pietschmann‘Though Worlds May Die and Silent Be’ by Roy E. Peterson The Society February 14, 2021 Beauty, Love Poems, Poetry 11 Comments . . Till rolling seas cease heaving high, The starry nights stop passing by, The universe is wrapped in flame, And there is no one left to blame. __Until then? … You’re my loved one. Till sun no longer makes a day, And earth will never get a ray, The quiet coldness of the earth Bespeaks a lonely universe. __Until then? … I’m still not done. Though worlds may die and silent be, We still have an eternity To be together, on and on. The words like death and dying gone. __Until then? … We’ve just begun. . . Roy E. Peterson is a writer and former U.S. military army intelligence officer who currently resides in Texas. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. NOTE TO POETS: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. CODEC News:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 11 Responses Margaret Coats February 14, 2021 Love persistent through gloomy apocalypse–until the veil is lifted in the final stanza, and unsuspected potential revealed. Succinct and well done, Roy. Reply Roy E Peterson February 15, 2021 I appreciate your kind comments, Margaret! Reply Panagiota Romios February 14, 2021 Roy~ such touching sentiments in exquisite form and style. I feel as you have so aptly written; ” we’ve only just begun…” Happy Valentine’s Day? Reply Roy E Peterson February 15, 2021 Wonderful thoughts, Panagoita! Deeply appreciated! Reply Yael February 14, 2021 That’s beautiful and romantic. I especially like that you got the blame game out of the way right in the first stanza. The length is really good too, great job! Reply Roy E Peterson February 15, 2021 I am thankful for your noticing the important things. Sometimes I just have to stop writing more verses and realize what I have is that which I wished to communicate already. Reply C.B. Anderson February 14, 2021 This poem, Roy, to me sounded almost like a hymn, and the multiversal refrain at the end of each stanza was a very nice touch. This is the “other side” of military intelligence. Reply Roy E Peterson February 15, 2021 I had to smile at your comment about military intelligence. Thank you for your wonderful evaluation. I always appreciate reading your thoughts and poetry. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 15, 2021 Roy, whoever said romance was dead hadn’t had the pleasure of reading your poem. I agree with C.B. on the refrain front. Thank you very much for this Valentine’s Day treat. Reply Roy E Peterson February 15, 2021 Bless you for your kind words and encouragement. I appreciated your Valentine’s Day contribution, as well! Your poems are always well thought out and superbly well written. Reply Bethany Mootsey February 16, 2021 This is a beautiful poem! I especially like the line “the quiet coldness of the earth.” Reply Leave a Reply to Panagiota Romios Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.