A Sweet Memory, Nevertheless Poem by james watkin

A Sweet Memory, Nevertheless



Unto me, no discreet admirer's
Dizzying perfumed read
Was slipped. Which shy table across
Courting's, were both at a loss
Naming, for to plead.

Only this; what, in its intention
To be heard, for a heart
A pleasant trace leaves. That faint echoed!
Lady friend's. From out which 'lunch date' owed
Little to love's art.

Wednesday, August 10, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: affinity and love,meeting,man,woman
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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