Sunday, May 7, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

311
Some call you angel and some call you pixy child,
But I do call you the shadow of Eden on this earth,
The moon becomes jealous when you do smiled,
Your cheeks glowing in gloom as ash in the hearth,
When your talking eyes to me in my sweet dream,
My sleep flies anon as the water drops on the pan,
Your beaming face breaks my heart with bitter beam,
Your sleeping invert mars breast beauty what I can,
You like chameleon, changes love sitting on the bough,
Of an unripe false promise tree to prey to the prey,
With the long, long tongue your beaming eyes trow,
The green lovers in love garden- kisses die in fray.

O Lady! Change not your love like grave does so,
Your unkind love adds in life more wail and woe