My Shinning Pome Poem by Paul Seay

I reached a shining pome in company of cloves

To ripen its taste by the shade of the grove

How then it lingered my buds so bittersweet

I had its heart for mine, but still my own to keep

Placing it to earth — for my love to be grown

But none knew to bloom, till she grew the seed sown

No other could I shower in caress of the sun

To reach that rainy bow reigning gold on my tongue

The cold wind would wilt, without her wondered spring

My heart she grew from under - planting all things

Had I chose a common pome, aside grassy knolls

Be of no bounty now, for she ripens my soul