Love Sonnet 42 My love may now be looking at the moon,
My love may now be looking at the moon,
Thinking that there I also gaze tonight,
And this, she has to know so very soon,
That on those times, she had always been right;
If by the moonlight, she did find a rose,
The sort I give in exchange for her kiss,
She only have to smell and hold it close,
The kiss and me she would not so much miss;
And when later, cold winds would start to blow,
A coat of virgin wool would hold her grace,
And may resemble white untrodden snow,
And remind as well of my warm embrace;
....The moon should not so much as waste its lights,
....As previous weeks have hearts in darkened nights.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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