Reyvrex
2012-03-22 22:32:51 UTC
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Sonnet 14
My love comes like the early Summer rain,
Which drizzle lends to making flowers bloom,
So once again the meadows could regain,
Their sparkle lost as Winter cast its gloom;
In bright sunlight, as pristine droplets fall,
Rainbows glow round my heart and deep within,
Not one boring moment could I recall,
For in stillness, I hear sweet songs begin;
But raindrops fell and poured their wrath on us,
Soaking our very bones, me and my love,
We might as well just be gardens, and thus,
Welcome this benediction from above;
......And grow and bloom we will throughout the years,
......Assured of rain and sun though Winter nears.
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