In Loves Gainsay

She; love 'shower me in kisses
Rinse my soul of lustful wishes'
Blossom but once within my heart
A flower seed; your loves impart.

He; dare say 'I, in loves gainsay,
We'll gamete too marry one portentous day'
The best mans orotund tones he will interplay
With what little left our love has still too say

poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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