The love you kept still hidden in your eyes,
Gave me no sleep for more weeks and days hence;
Yet heart that oft its dreamless state it cries,
Takes not this deed of angels an offence;
For they don't tread where fools make avenues,
So woe to love, or to this dreamer be,
On trodden path, and paying lovers' dues,
By Heaven's gate, yet no angel to see;
The Devil counts each tender loving touch,
That lovers had to give utmost regard,
That fire should never be stoked, and as such,
For the sake of pureness have to niggard?
......Deviling touch or mere angelic stares,
......How best does each to each other compares?
Reyvrex Questor Reyes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-sonnet-175-the-love-you-kept-still-hidden-in-your-eyes/
