Love Sonnet 27 Your smile recalls fond memories of strolls,
Your smile recalls fond memories of strolls,
Of hands so soft as feathers in a nest,
Of waves we watched, of surf that gently rolls,
While songbirds din from not so distant crest;
As night descends to tuck the world under,
And tried to send us home by usual means,
Nary we moved a skinny inch thither,
As still your head on my left shoulder leans;
For in the name of love we oft commit,
Valor or crime and other things between,
To grand tribunals might our deeds submit,
And yet we stand as wise, or fools had been;
.....It is my fault that haunts me till today,
.....Whether I, a thinker or dreamer be.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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