When love has gone
a person is frozen
and how deep and far
the chill goes,
nobody seems to know.
No radiance of joy
lights a life
where love is lost,
until another love arises
like a phantom phoenix
from its ashes.
and the heart burns
with its own fire
and a ferocity that reaches out.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-has-gone-2/
