Love Sonnet 55 My love may never guess just how time flies
My love may never guess just how time flies,
Or how things go, but this of her I know,
She smiles despite sadness cast in her eyes,
The way sunsets, before darkness would glow;
Although discreet, more than grooming requires,
She is princess no stepmother would miss,
In fairy tales, the jewel of empires,
Or Beauty sleeping, waiting for that kiss;
In ivory towers are oft exiled,
Damsels of worth, as love of mine is one,
Nothing, as yet, has her fancy beguiled,
For in her rest, all else where I have none;
.....Time flows so slow, too slow for her to feel,
.....But just as well, there is much to reveal.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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