Justin Reamer

Rookie - 339 Points (2 October 1993 / Holland, Michigan)

Sonnet 9 - Poem by Justin Reamer

To what love do we owe,
With our lives in this place,
When the sky is white as snow,
Where I can't see your face?
To what do I know of thee,
When I do not understand,
When I am about to be,
What you should reprimand?
I want to know your name,
That beauty that stirs,
I know not of your fame,
Or of your fine furs,
But I do know of thy grace,
Which is soft as thy face.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 6, 2012



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