Love Sonnet 20 Would four-leaf clover give me better luck?
Would four-leaf clover give me better luck?
A lot better than this forget-me-not?
But rose that in your book I once did tuck,
I never know what Fate it did begot;
Shall I conspire with wind to sing your name?
Or with this vine to tie your hand to mine?
Wish that Prometheus' fire your heart inflame,
Or, Dionysus give us joy of wine;
Or wish I, to a butterfly transform,
To kiss flowers, each one that comes to view,
And if to crawl, I must, before as worm,
So long as buds would fall in my purview;
.....But Fate can't worsen more than it once did,
.....Except when you would go, so God forbid.
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poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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