Handing Me These Flowers... Poem by james watkin
Handing Me These Flowers...
Handing me these flowers, not vainly took
As a gesture ingratiating
Concluded I that before so doing
From your consciousness, your garden a-float
Those thoughts were picked only, unblemished as
Spring's, and as unvaryingly lovely
As her forget-me-not and as her lily
Over whose tangible forms I now gloat.
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship
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