Love Sonnet 10: My Waking Hours Are Now Engulfed In Dreams
My waking hours are now engulfed in dreams,
Reality became a twilight maze,
An interlude between silvery beams,
And tropic sun's scorching, hot, blinding blaze;
As shroud of night darkens to shadows deep,
And dark blue skies acquire a sleepy hue,
I'm lulled to sleep like babe in mother's keep,
While I pretend as whispered to by you;
The scent of thousand blooms pervades the air,
When your presence is wafted all around,
Where else should beauty dwell, if to be fair,
If not in face of yours where it is found;
......It has been said, beauty is joy, just fine,
......I wish, that thing of beauty to be mine.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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