Patience Poem by james watkin

Patience



Served ill or well of this doctrine
Bled grapes languishing into wine?
The heat-swollen of sealed flavours
Like these heart processes of ours?

What's not to gain of starved deploring
In taking up Hope's tutoring!
Can they foretaste of things, who fast
As we, with lips, of Love's repast!

Thursday, September 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fruit,love,waiting
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james watkin

james watkin

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