Love Sonnet 35 I Swear, Intoxicated, I Am Not,
I swear, intoxicated, I am not,
Though high in spirits, but nary of wine,
That kiss, that kiss, how soon have you forgot,
Euphoria I since claimed as rightly mine;
When thousand angels sing in harmony,
While Naiads bathe and play in nearby springs,
The meadow teems with floral rivalry,
A cloud shows up, though no raindropp it brings;
My memory of Eden was erased,
For here, no serpent dwells, no one forbids,
To bask in love's delight, with cares displaced,
All claims of sorrow, joy always outbids;
...And so much more of endless bliss to keep,
...If not for morning that woke me from sleep.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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