Thursday, June 8, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

11
In your love sweetie I peak and pine,
It is my love that compels me to write:
Like godfather love your love is divine.
Like a spring dove my love is at height.
On your pink breast scattering silky hair,
When I keep my tired head on it lovingly,
My poetic wit soars touching lips O Fair
Do close your eyes like a sunflower bee.
Women’s minds like the beggar’s pot:
In which put a coin and no one knows,
Which is his? But the hand that it got,
I know my love is like a spring rose.

Your love is sweeter more than honey due
That is why my Rose for your love I mew.