Tuesday, June 20, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

299
Come Jessica, come, and tell me, what is love?
Is it my fantasy or vain my poor heart bitter cry?
None can tell me, why? Every person’s Kidglove,
Hungry for pelf, with love-sigh their heart to fry
Love follows not but always lust follows the skies
In guise of love it roams all alone here and there
And the foolish fall in the more of cute, cute eyes
And looking at the faces fairer more than fair,
Love is blind and hides love, love hidden faults,
The only thing of beloved, coral breasts bright
They are used by love against the love assaults
And sometimes breaks out a full of horror fight,

But those who follow always their foolish hearts
Fall in the troubles soon and troubles always dart