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Reyvrex Questor Reyes


Love Sonnet 199: 'Love Dances In The Glitter Of Her Smile'


Love dances in the glitter of her smile,
Reflections of the promise in her eyes,
Unfolding slowly, wishful to beguile,
To give away what silence oft denies;
Yet, words despoil the essence of the act;
Is not a sigh enough to express bliss?
For speech seems needless to discern a fact,
As needless as permission for a kiss;
But roses only need to scent the breeze,
With not a sound, the nose will know how sweet,
And be led to the flower source with ease,
To find her there, the way how lovers meet;
.....As all converge to where love calmly waits,
....Love turns the world and open up all gates.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 21, 2014

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