O early snow which slowly falls
as like when timid lover calls
with bashful, blushing cheeks,
and stuttering he speaks.
Such gentle openings may yet
passions and mighty storms beget.
Right now’s a moment dear,
a time of love and fear.
O early snow which slowly falls
as like when timid lover calls
with bashful, blushing cheeks,
and stuttering he speaks.
Such gentle openings may yet
passions and mighty storms beget.
Right now’s a moment dear,
a time of love and fear.
Beautifully evocative!
”Such gentle openings may yet passions and mighty storms beget. ”
Your poem reminds me of Shakespeare’s eloquent sonnets and plays. ”These volent delights have violent ends,” as Friar Lawrence told young Romeo. ✨
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Thank you.
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