Love Sonnet 154: 'your Sweetness Calls To Me As Honey, Sweet ' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Your sweetness calls to me as honey, sweet,
That speaks so rightly for the countless bees;
Or ambiance that floral blooms secrete,
Or else, as breeze that sifts from leaves of trees;
As water found to gush from rocks, so clear,
For having passed through grains of layered sand,
Or gem from cutter's stone, so priceless, dear,
Or coat of wool, so virgin on each strand;
You could have thorns, inherent on a rose,
Or ants in fruits, whereby sweetness is proved,
But every night, as labors come to close,
You are the thought to which my dreams have grooved;
......In clearest skies where countless stars abide,
......Your brightness stands out from the rest with pride.




































our sweetness calls to me as honey, sweet,
That speaks so rightly for the countless bees;
Or ambiance that floral blooms secrete,
Or else, as breeze sifted by leaves of trees;
As water found to gush from rocks, so clear,
For having passed through grains of layered sand,
Or gem from cutter's stone, priceless and dear,
Or coat of wool, so virgin on each strand;
You could have thorns, inherent on a rose,
Or ants in fruits, whereby sweetness is proved,
But every night, as labors come to close,
You are the thought to which my dreams have grooved;
......In clearest skies where countless stars abide,
......Your brightness stands out from the rest with pride.