'Give Me Your Heart ' Poem by james watkin

'Give Me Your Heart '



Upon my face your kisses settled
Soft as sprinklings, blossomy.
Which the precursors of fruits are!
Waxings of your heart's dowry!

As by a voice in the breeze were you
Sweetly compelled in the spring.
Overtures have bills trilled, and still
Doth summer's tempation swing!

Monday, April 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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