Love Sonnet 120: 'I Must Be Dreaming When You Called My Name, ' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

I must be dreaming when you called my name,
In refrain, sweet, to which nothing compares,
It sounded like a call from Hall of Fame,
Nay, none that I know of, in boastful airs;
What joy, the lilting of one's name so heard,
The sweetest yet, as though I am so blessed,
And you said it best, as with any word,
I cannot whine however I'm addressed;
But afterwards, things that come greatly count,
Such as the gift of love when so revealed,
The passionate outcome is paramount,
As any scar of past anguish is healed;
......So come, do not with slightest cause deny,
......Do say my name but never add goodbye.