Wednesday, June 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

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O My Lady, withering like a rose your pretty being,
Silver in your head shining like sand on the beach,
People call you callous I call you a shadow fleeing,
Leave the glass of your cute being, I you beseech,
Your stubborn nature breaks the poor lover’s heart,
No print behind you leaving on this wide, wide glob,
To worship your beauty, you still young and smart,
But you with your cunning smile my pleasures rob
Your invert sleeping mars the beauty of your breast,
Your deep sunken eyes, now flabby and sullen teat,
It is your being flaw O Rose, and your being pest,
But your cheeks glowing like diamond in the peat,

With your mortal beauty pride, one day you will die,
Your tearful eyes reflect your past repentance-cry.