Now That Vows Have Been Spoke
Never let me, dear, wildly stray.
This skittish goat, sweet-loved pet;
Off pastoral, parkland.
Obediant to that divine hold's
Firm will, but of it soft
Through this your own hand!
Aware that, tearing loose from this
More grievous, two hearts from out
Would for what's wrenched be.
His shepherd's; your shepherdess's.
Motions with a patience
'Come follow'; wary!
Monday, April 5, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: affinity and love