Love Sonnet 49 Oh Smile To Me, Not Of Dreams Remembered,
Oh smile to me, not of dreams remembered,
Nor of prurient notes once recalled, rephrased,
Not of melodies from songs remastered,
Nor from love, Time has not fully erased;
But smile of Spring returned, that now has sprang,
Of morn that boasts of skies so blue and warm,
When hearts have played in tune, and birds have sang,
Of love rooted too deep, for drought to harm;
But Fate has bad luck so riddled my plight,
This joy seems an excess of its goodwill,
Or this might be another oversight,
That love it left to find your heart to fill;
.....But smiles can show or hide what has been true,
.....Like love that hearts may not or may imbue.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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