French Royal Garden Poem by james watkin
French Royal Garden
Composed in their femininity
Compliant with the slightest
Urge in that delightsomeness of
Miming a bloom, wind-caught.
No less radiantly stately fraught
With one's plucking interest!
Then I came back. Shook awake of
Which stilly found entrancement
Its ornate vision's, she, herself
Charmed out of me; wife; alone!
To as many a dressed pose, prone!
As much for distinguishment!
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