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