First Smiled On, With Love Poem by james watkin

First Smiled On, With Love



Light, a countenance
Has in this round moon.
And is there none, softer
Of feeling, fuller
Than this. What appealed most
To one. None shyer!

Uprose on, moreo're
By such this evening.
But whose effects, tidal
The heart's own sea wall
Had, which inhibition
Breached. Irreparable!

Sunday, May 28, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: light,face,affinity and love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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