Love Sonnet 157 Why Do I Do As Though My Dough Bakes Well
Why do I do as though my dough bakes well,
When bread so lacked the tarts, your touch imparts,
Like tide that's been in ebb, I wait for swell,
And pray it comes, before daytime departs;
But boughs that capped your bags along a bend,
When April loosed its tears, as parting calls,
Would find no leaves to shed, it's Summer's end,
This goes for all, after that last leaf falls;
Yet, stars there'll be, presaging what they'll bring,
Omens, fortunes, for which I got no flair,
But crave I, the feeling of being king,
To stare at stars from chair that sits a pair;
........My eyes will seek no stars for light they'll show,
........For I have sought within your eyes their glow.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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