Love Sonnet 164 O Rose, You've Bloomed Rosier, Though Bitter
O Rose, you've bloomed rosier, though bitter,
How many hopefuls waited by your door?
Their dreams lie there, among shreds that litter,
Were they not the ones who adored you more?
Some bees came to see, and yet left empty,
Was it true, there's no nectar, no one sips?
Those who aimed lower, hit your thorns, plenty,
Is mine way higher that could reach your lips?
Your cell shuts the world out, but locks you in,
If as chrysalis, what you would intend,
Come out soon, as butterfly all out to win
The world, as outward forms you did transcend;
......Yet, till then, dreams may die, this fool implores,
......And God forbid, that one such dream be yours.
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poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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