Jun 2020
Thou hast my love and I desire thine.
Dost thou know or knowing, care?
I keep the nymph's lonely station.
But my impatience grows savage.
If thou carest not, my love
the stars will keep their motion
flowers will still need water
I will learn stillness
the feeling will rust
Dost thou know or knowing, care?
I keep the nymph's lonely station.
But my impatience grows savage.
If thou carest not, my love
the stars will keep their motion
flowers will still need water
I will learn stillness
the feeling will rust
a short, free verse, romantic love poem about a teen crush, hopes and realities - using a purposeful, archaic, "throw back" vocabulary.
