Love Sonnet 217: 'My Love, A Kiss Now Marks Upon Your Neck' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

My love, a kiss, now marks upon your neck,
As love became territorial these days,
Reminds me more than would the usual peck,
True love, to strange lands never ever strays;
Thereby I own your every love's caress,
Your thoughts, your care and minutes of your day,
In turn you have my every tenderness,
My every step leads all towards your way;
But left behind are means to say goodbye,
We may need never go that road at all,
Of all things I despise is make you cry,
Just smiles on those sweet lips would I install;
.... My territory boasts of love secured,
.... By all intrusions never will be lured.