Tuesday, October 25, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

Nothing is left in my past days treasure,
Except the reflections of your sweet face,
They swim like fish when I think in leisure,
Enhances my wit and the fickle pen grace
Do you think why I am your lover still?
I see naked heaven in your innocent eyes,
Make fresh my dull soul and remove my ill,
Encourages my doings when my fate cries
I thank for your eyes provided me all raw
Materials of composing thoughts into verse,
Your pretty counsel mends my natural flaw,
Foolish are those who true beloveds curse.

Sweet love your lovely face and silky hair,
Provide me words to write now I declare.