Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Reyvrex Questor Reyes Poems
Love Sonnet 216: 'You loved me many year...
You loved me many years before we met, In corridors of past forgotten time, When many lifetimes proved certain our fate, As one destined for each other's sweet rhyme;
A Naughty Dream
My love, I dreamed You and me, sweet Sweeter, it seemed When our lips meet
Love Sonnet 109: 'As fiery shooting star...
As fiery shooting stars blaze in the sky, Many must have gambled wishes right then, And if by chance, my love, too, watches by, Could she have wished to be with me again?
Love Sonnet 214: 'Sunsets Have Oft Been...
Sunsets have oft been just sunsets to me, Till we saw them as your hands clasp to mine, And thereafter all skies we ever see, Sunset or no sunset, became all fine;
A Fetus Speaks
How sweet the Autumn breeze Wafting from my window Before this Winter freeze I could see skies are blue;
Love Sonnet 166: 'When Joy Has Fled Th...
When joy has fled the confines of your heart, And to sadness is where you sally forth, Had you been queen, still nary could you thwart, The glum where even clowns can't be of worth;
Love Sonnet 180: 'The lake's water spa...
The lake's water sparkles in placid bliss, As bright sunlight reflects from new ripples, Like lips of bride kept waiting for a kiss, While groom finds sweet delay in her dimples;
With midnight far behind and gleams increase, Sunrise hints of impending breaking out, The night almost finished ending its lease, As now alarmed roosters begin to shout
Love Sonnet 186: 'As I scour back reces...
As I scour back recesses of my brain, Nary a nook I find without your name, So broadcasted therein like scattered grain, That furrowed acreage would fully claim;
Love Sonnet 92: 'The rose that wafts it...
The rose that wafts its perfume in the air, Exudes a sweetness pleasant to the smell, That even when already quite so fair, An added virtue it could have as well;
Love Sonnet 215: 'I Know Not What The C...
I know not what the coming future brings, I hold no reins of destiny in hand, But know that all the songs my heart now sings, Will go on just for you while yet I stand;
My wits beclouded, being spammed by grief, With hopes deleted, I no longer dreamed, As sorrow hacked my joys, then fled like thief, And made me browse for smiles, that you once beamed:
As darkness looms so thick, a solid wall, Which held the night hostage, it failed to dawn, The heart sinks deeper, reeling from the fall, Adversity, obliges it to spawn;
Love Sonnet 106: 'The Fruits Of Love Are...
The fruits of love are sweet duly ripened; Cared by the sun, the rain and watchful eye As fruits could be with maladies sickened, The same with love that with neglect dies;
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Love Sonnet 216: 'You loved me many years before we met'
You loved me many years before we met,
In corridors of past forgotten time,
When many lifetimes proved certain our fate,
As one destined for each other's sweet rhyme;
Events, fateful, has paved each trodden way,
Not just by chance as fools toss in a game,
The hand of Providence led you to me,
That, I perceived the very day you came;
As love endures ordeals that dreams cannot,
When night departs and dreamers could wake up,
The mind recalls nothing that hearts forgot,
Like even wine when empty in the cup;
.... But if life holds no chance ...