Love Sets Time Off, Anew. And Through Poem by james watkin

Love sets Time off, anew. And through
Its flawless, naive vision
Lover's patent, and sole preserve of
Sparks which day's inception
'Twas the world's, to pass through. Newly,
Perfectly held aloft.
In aspect, which sweetest beguiles
For colour-changes soft.

Narrow it down, this gazing type
Tranquil warming, fills out
All that buzzing of vistas afar
Rounds its fruit thereabout
To a wife's, its miracle of
Doting on, and mark well:
My own cherry's blush of babyhood!
In fondest talk to swell.