Treasure Island

Reyvrex Questor Reyes


Love Sonnet 92: 'The rose that wafts its perfume in the air, '


The rose that wafts its perfume in the air,
Exudes a sweetness pleasant to the smell,
That even when already quite so fair,
An added virtue it could have as well;
And now it fills the plate as some food treat,
And though Shakespeare wrote much about the rose,
The Bard knew not that it was good to eat,
It was not one of things he did disclose;
But thorns dampen the poor flower's gaiety,
Since then dreamers and learned men argue,
Why life behaves thus is a mystery,
My mind presented me nary a clue;
......But love I'm to access, hindrance despite,
......Even if battlements secure the site.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 22, 2013

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