Edmund Wong

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My Love Is Like An Eglantine In May - Poem by Edmund Wong

My love is like an eglantine in May,
Yet she’s so much sweeter and free of thorns;
Nor she only blooms at some place or day,
For she’s ever in my heart adorned.

Deep in my bosom is her beauty’s seed,
Whose fruits no wild tempest can shake away;
Nor with grimy clouds would her glow recede,
For she outshines the sun’s imperfect ray.

Perennially my love shall firmly grow,
As dogged as the will of buzzing bees;
Along the streams my love shall briskly flow,
In the burgeoning fields of ageless trees;

Across uncharted seas or mountains chill,
At sleepless nights or on Saint Valentine’s;
And with heaven’s grace I shall love her still,
When in clay I lie by my eglantine.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 26, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, December 28, 2009

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