Sunday, June 18, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

211
God's thinking shows your lovely lips,
That knits emotions for a pair less tongue,
As April weather gives tenderness to tulips,
That power keeps them forever to be young.
So in the lip cage hangs the sharpest knife,
That twain the mighty heart in the first strike,
And he loses sure forever his precious life,
Always the lip dagger kills others' like.
So let me kiss the tulips with a great care,
The hands on the beauty bough in a red hue,
Look at me O pretty without word O Fair,
If with the pretty words they cannot yew.

O Lady lip-treasure makes or mars your name,
But I paint your pretty being in my verse frame