Love Sonnet 185: 'My Love, Speak Not To Me Of Yesterday, ' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

My love, speak not to me of yesterday,
Of withered rose and long gone ecstasies,
Neither of dreams nor joys that naught did stay,
But of today, where starts new fantasies;
If love must hold against Time's adverse flow,
Whilst outer frills all fade like leaves in Fall,
Hot embers must to eyes reveal their glow,
And sprouts should grow new foliage to install;
Once we awake midway of severed dream,
God only knows if same resumes again,
For love could opt to change horses midstream,
If wiser than in choosing to refrain;
......My Yesterdays are kept, though out of date,
......Where the Todays can't find to emulate.
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