Love Sonnet 182 Of all the loves we knew or almost have,
Of all the loves we knew or almost have,
There stands a one that weathers all neglect,
That in our solitude would often salve,
Regrets, when minds on such a love reflect;
Those times which we have missed or let to pass,
Would haunt until today, to our dismay,
If path we chose ended in foul morass,
We doubt if it was best that other way;
As things proceed the way it would as Fate,
Or else, as blind workings of random chance,
One certain thing that to events dictate,
Is heart, which caused the moves, that made the dance;
.....All the loves, known, unsaid or forgotten,
.....Comprised that life the heart made to happen.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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