True Love Miracles
As what lights up, and suddenly
Gives it everlasting fame;
That once dim-walked part of it;
Or what sadder, dimmer
And ever unspotted, lane-sulked
For city's lonely shame;
At just the right time and place
With scroll a-flutter in hand
Fate's Archangel! In whose outline
Unfuzzed if foggier
What in the person of True Love
Before them now does stand.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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