Love Sonnet 35: 'I Swear, Intoxicated, I Am Not, ' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

I swear, intoxicated, I am not,
Now high in spirits, nary though of wine,
That kiss, that kiss, how soon have you forgot,
Euphoria I could claim as rightly mine;
As thousand angels sing in harmony,
While Naiads bathe and play in nearby springs,
The meadow teems with floral rivalry,
A cloud shows up, though no raindrop it brings;
My memory of Eden was erased,
For here, no serpent dwells, no one forbids
To bask in love's delight, with cares displaced,
Where claims of sorrow, joy always outbids;
...And so much more of endless bliss to keep,
...If not for dawn that woke me up from sleep.