On A 'cold Lass' Poem by james watkin

On A 'cold Lass'



Frigid, when frosty veiling is quaint
And snow habit queer constraint.
Unresponsive, though prevailed upon
By Spring, shade's coyest restraint!

Spring - who never has blushed to declare
Overt flirting everywhere!
And I am its bee! You, which violet
Head-first Love-dove. So prepare!

Sunday, November 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: romance
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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