Love roosts much better on beds, warm,
where dreams are short,
the blood still curdles with the charm,
the times purport;
Late in the night, when embers die,
and cease their flaunts,
if not rekindled, love may fly,
to stranger haunts.
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/advice-to-newlyweds/
