Reyvrex Questor Reyes Poems

Did Happiness leave with the revelries?
Or with the reasons to indulge in one?
The smiles stamped on my face are forgeries,
As nothing genuine have I now done;
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The fruits of love are sweet duly ripened;
Cared by the sun, the rain and watchful eye
As fruits could be with maladies sickened,
The same with love that with neglect dies;
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Of sweet moments we make remembrance most,
Such that by time the love object departs,
In memory are glances we could boast,
Of times in which we have indulged our hearts;
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As kite which only wishes clearest sky,
To soar highest over each cloud which floats,
Likewise, my love, rushing to you would I,
To be the foremost thought your mind promotes;
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In time, though snow would fall, the barn keeps warm,
As chores for Summer had been done complete
The sleepy spell that soon befalls the farm
Could not, by slightest bit, its mirth deplete
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Shackled monster that lurks in every heart,
Of such ferocious guile yet ever found,
To smile the pain, deftly playing its part,
So docile and courtly until unbound.
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When all the darkened drapes of night were drawn,
And mirth has left the room, now cast in gloom,
Except there played a glint, to stay till dawn,
On feline eyes, that spell a rodent's doom;
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The song of Summer almost reached its end,
And some new melodies will soon begin, But newer notes might all to sadness lend,
As heart's prime song is not yet heard to din;
Life's rhapsody sings of much varied tunes,
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As wings would take to skies for lofty flights,
And waves would roll, ardent, towards the shore,
Would I, my love, pursue the pure delights,
Once you bestow, I could not care for more;
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Love roosts much better on beds, warm,
where dreams are short,
the blood still curdles with the charm,
the times purport;
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