Reyvrex Questor Reyes Poems

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71.

When sages say that dusk of skies so red,
Predicts a pleasant, sunny day to come,
Did it mean, no rain, none of tears to shed,
If even hearts would grieve amidst the glum?
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72.

Why do waves keep on rushing to the shore?
What wisdom could be gleaned from thought like this?
What did they say, those great wise men of yore,
That recent hoary wits would all but miss?
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73.
Love Sonnet 157: 'Why Do I Do As Though My Dough Bakes Well'

Why do I do as though my dough bakes well,
When bread so lacked the tarts, your smiles impart,
Like tide that's been in ebb, I wait for swell,
And pray it comes, before you could depart;
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74.

Love, bless this quest I am about to start,
I'll sail the seas and leave this lonely wharf,
And like in days, when errand knights depart,
Please throw to me your lovely kiss-marked scarf;
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75.

If angels fall in love, will they, too, cry?
When utterly naive on how things go,
When not required to pass, by ways they shy,
Nor privy to the bliss, that fools would know;
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76.
The Stripper

She showed up in a faded dress of beige
Quite decent, till the time when she sat down
And then again when she has crossed her legs
This time though, there's no charge for what she'd shown
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77.

I held a rose and got pricked by its thorn,
The pretty rose is joy, the thorn is pain,
Such as I walk through life wherewith I'm born,
I hold that joys presage pains to obtain;
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78.
Love Sonnet 42: 'My Love May Now Be Looking At The Moon'

My love may now be looking at the moon,
She thinks that there I also gaze tonight,
And this, she has to know so very soon,
That on those times, she always had been right;
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79.
Love Sonnet 43: 'Bring Me No More Ambrosia, Please, No More'

Bring me no more ambrosia, please, no more,
Nor fill my cup, with sweet nectar to drink,
Of Graces' dances, spare me no encore,
And Muses' songs I'll hear next time, I think;
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80.

Breathes there my love, lovely, as nymph of sea,
Cheeks rosy as skies of the Summer morn,
While sunsets glow as long as dusk would stay,
She would radiate, long after stars are born;
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