Love
Between our Folding Lips
From Lyrical
Love
Between our folding lips
God slips
An embryon life, and goes;
And this becomes your rose.
We love, God makes: in our sweet mirth
God spies occasion for a birth.
Then is it His, or is it ours?
I know not — He is fond of flowers.
Cite this poem
MLA
Brown, Thomas Edward. “Between our Folding Lips.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/brown_te/88/.
Chicago
Brown, Thomas Edward. “Between our Folding Lips.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/brown_te/88/.
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