Reyvrex Questor Reyes


Love Sonnet 125: 'Though No Halo Hovers Above Your Hair' - Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Though no halo hovers above your hair,
Your faults are not the kind that aggrieves me,
For saints could make glaring the sins I bear,
Maybe, make me appear a devil be;
If touched with much cherished heavenly love
Such as obtained under angelic wings,
Might my reply be deemed low from above,
And hurt, if not despair, to me it brings;
But dare I tread where angels love to tread,
As fools, so wizened up, are fools no more,
Sensing that Heaven's gate lies just ahead,
Hell can become a boarded up closed door;
......We may merit to have halos someday,
......Eternity is not that far away.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 31, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013


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