Friday, May 5, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

My poor heart weeps thinking over your sad state,
Glee less heart, tearful eyes and smile less cheeks,
Do not worry, woes and grief make men great?
With the passage of years, months, days and weeks,
Give your woes and take my all youth pleasure,
Be happy for my sake, I am with your pretty being,
What I say, O MY Rose does think in leisure,
Do not your life our life spindle is fleeing,
When I think about being, my being more sad,
But for me your love, in lone my writing power,
You love sharpens my wit looking at you glad
Your holy love is my pen inborn love dower

I in your eyes and you in my eyes peacefully sleep,
Thus my Lady in our hearts love canker creep