Advice To Newlyweds

Love roosts better, while beds are warm,
and dreams are short,
the blood still curdles with the charm,
of young rapport;

Late in the night, when embers die,
then ceased its flaunts,
if not rekindled, love may fly,
to stranger haunts.

poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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