Young Love, With Fateful Insight Poem by james watkin

Love on love, its first lit marvelling
In facing the other, bloomed;
Then what, from off each gaze, desirous
Soon hangs, for its fruit, luscious;

It does well, in those provocations
Youth, his, her's, to go deeper
As to familiarize itself with
Natural outcomes; heart-matured.
In an aging tree's calm-extender
Of chirpy strength, storm-endured
For their own person's growing habit.
Their person's lasting merit.