Reyvrex Questor Reyes Poems

Your breathe oft speaks to me as though of breeze,
That's blown from fields of blooming daffodils,
As puffs of babes that rivaled wisps from seas,
Or yawns with scent of milk a mother fills;
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Black smears my days, it's all a waste of night,
In raiment, very dark, it clothed my heart,
For love has dimmed, bright days are all in flight,
Dreams, too, it tainted, until they depart;
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Another minute, now without you, passed,
As sands pour grandly in a timely fall,
And so did leaves that on the ground have massed,
When they obliged to heed old Winter's call;
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O Rose, you have bloomed rosier, though bitter,
How many hopefuls waited by your door?
Their dreams lie there, among shreds that litter,
Were they not those who have adored you more?
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I've known that victory a winner makes,
And with defeat, the loser could be wrecked,
As true with games when played at higher stakes,
That oft involves betting that goes unchecked;
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I figured out what is eternity,
In longing, and boring hours of a day,
Eternity could be anxiety,
In half-second before a kiss would lay;
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When hope absconds, with will of one's own heart,
And sleep becomes a stranger to the eyes,
Discouragement precludes any new start
At love that, sometimes, lacking reason, dies;
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When circumstance permits absurdity,
And this incongruous state, would stir my mirth,
My grin gives way to loud hilarity,
As boisterous laughter would gain its birth;
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Love is like sea, that touches every shore,
Surrounding all as hen would, to its chicks,
Its water reaches, even to the core,
Of the islands that the shoreline wave licks;
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When all the sounds that fill the air die not,
And for a little rest, my ears do crave,
The joys of loneliness that I forgot,
In silence lie, the hallmark of the grave;
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