Fruits Of A True Passion Poem by james watkin

Fruits Of A True Passion



What were God's alone to plant
As heart's hanging goodness
Are coaxed ripe in phrases, warm;
With a cheek-kissed promptness.

Fate's, ready-made. Whose plucked hour
Time's sweetest, synchronized in
Core of your being's uplift of
Sap-tide: impulse, loving.

Saturday, August 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,love
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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