Love Sonnet 47 My love did write me notes of loneliness
My love did write me notes of loneliness,
Her tears smudging the margins of the page,
But left an ending of such sweet caress,
As though bowing, to curtsy on a stage;
If it is true that life is but a show,
We must have acted scenes for quite a while,
And countless times, for me, her face would glow,
But nary once I saw a put-on smile;
Though roles only mimic reality,
When following the dictates of a play,
They acquire the cloak of sincerity,
Imbued by hearts with apt truths to relay;
......But chance may leave unspoken every word,
......Yet hearts still understand while in accord.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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