Love Sonnet 224

It's Spring! How true that love, like buds could bloom?
This heart yearns for some tenderness and care
So much, to hope such magic can resume,
There's none to pose a greater risk to bear;

Will now Persephone remember me,
Arouse what's dormant, in abeyance since
That time this feeling was believed to be,
Against your coming so devoid of hints?

Or Spring would seem to have not come at all,
If none to show for its arrival fete,
If it would leave my heart the same as Fall,
My mirth without its fill, still incomplete;
. . . . But joy it is to wait, just to aspire,
. . . . If odds deny the favor to acquire.

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[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

During Springtime, nature becomes prolific in its procreation: as plants sprout and flowers bloom. A heart may hope of this happenstance as also applying to love. And here Persephone, the symbol of coming to life again of all ravished by Winter, is hoped to do some magic. But if none was done at all, it could find solace in the wait, when aspiring, the joy of dreaming and hoping.