Treasure Island

Reyvrex Questor Reyes


Love Sonnet 126: 'Just how to me, it has become worthwhile'


Just how to me, it has become worthwhile,
As even my heart did make me aware,
To see love bloom so sweetly in your smile,
Like flowers turning fruits, the trees would bear;
As trees began from seedlings of a fruit
Formed from flowers, as though love being born
At first sight, which lovers won't refute
While to love's consummation they are sworn;
But in time, gales may blow and storms may rage,
With flowers plucked before the boughs can bend,
Much like actors when so called off the stage,
Minutes before the play comes to its end;
......But not when I have searched for you as dream,
......Will I lose you, as memories would seem.

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 16, 2014

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