In His Wife: A True Woman Poem by james watkin

In His Wife: A True Woman



That such pureness can exist
In this hell-hub at all
Loving composed, rancorous
Love-centred, devious
As wondrous a thing, as hard
For to believe, Heaven.
Yet there tis, here, before me!
Angel of a lady.

Monday, April 24, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: wife,tribute
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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