Thursday, October 27, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

145
Your beauty lends me words to write,
I thank for it you allow for my verse,
Your cheeks smile and raise my might
Of my weak pen and you hate to curse
Your bright hollow eyes roll like shingles,
Under the sun in May shades on a shore,
The moving color with my eyes mingles,
Then my thoughts make shadows more.
Real fame deserving is my love I call,
From your beauty the words I borrow,
Touching her cheeks not brunt brawl,
You alive in verse today and tomorrow

My thoughts select words for my pen,
From your pink breast like hungry men