Wednesday, June 14, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

117
To follow your heart leads to a sure fall,
As the bird touching moon falls to prey,
It is your hidden will since your crawl,
With your ardent wish dies on the way.
Friendship changes into love at last,
Love worships love lovers under waste,
What is difference do tell you the past,
What have you on love book to paste?
My holy love is holy like Virgin Marry,
And put it before you in a golden dish,
In your sweet dream through a fairy,
Take it gladly my heart-undying wish.

Yea keep me forever in your pretty eyes,
My love does shine as stars in the skies.