Love Sonnet 160 When Love Remains As Mere Pigment Of Dreams
When love remains as mere pigment of dreams,
Flimsy as silk, or webs that spiders spin,
Yet serves us best, when life's hard crust it creams,
As joys, that might at times, been spread too thin;
Such when too many blooms were in fragrance,
And picky nose, knows not, from which it's blown,
The same when eyes hailed scores of stars at once,
And heart is naught to know, which to enthrone;
How strange of love, yet fickle, as this thing,
That we worry with so much, as with none,
Whilst we collect a lot, even hoarding,
But of many, we only choose but one;
......What is just, in picking a special bloom,
......When, doing so, would leave the rest in gloom?
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poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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