True Religion Poem by james watkin

True Religion



Hold this up to me, son
Heart for an icon.
Love's proof; transparent.
Not as something loose worn
And kissing, smudge; sworn
O'er for testament.

Friday, August 28, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: heart
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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