Thursday, June 8, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

24
Brown hair, red lips and small eyes,
Fair teeth, long nose and sweet tongue,
Pink breast with locks all beaus’ demise,
Therefore her beauty praise I have sung.
When she sings, hear all the nightingales,
And gather to learn the art of pretty voice;
And spread it happily flying to the vales,
To teach others your pretty song device
O Lady when I praise you in my verse,
I make my own praise you are my choice.
This echo in my mind, my soul rehears.
That is why I worship you daily thrice.

Nothing but beauty lives in thinking eyes,
I paint you in words the words memorize.