Love Sonnet 62 Was it my fortune, that you passed this way,
Was it my fortune, that you passed this way,
Where your very gaze stung me to alertness,
Never felt before, not over beauty,
So unlike your face in its loveliness;
Call it destiny, or blind chance perhaps,
That when lost, you did come back to be found,
While lured and lulled in sea of dreamy traps,
You escaped victorious, to solid ground;
Let Time heave up some more layers of sand,
To hide every trace of that happenstance,
But this meeting lasts and assumes its stand,
Among the monuments, our love made once;
..…For posterity, therein to remain,
…..With all the love and beauty to retain.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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