Love Sonnet 09: How sad, my treasure store amounts to nil,
How sad, my treasure store amounts to nil,
I could be leaving bare, like when I came,
I've searched for joys, Epicurean, till,
My life results in dearth of wealth and fame;
But when I'm blessed warmly by love you bring,
A huge castle becomes of my old shack,
I'm next in line to be Egyptian king,
Though noble past and royal blood I lack;
For great treasure you are, that fills my chest,
A Kohinoor of such gigantic size,
That, Caribbean pirates might conquest,
As now I hail as my hearts valued prize;
.....This bench, privy to love when stars have shone,
......Never would I give up for any throne.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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