Sunday, June 18, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

224
Your ruthful smile sharpens my duller wit,
Your coral breast adds charm to my line,
May God my glee write in your vacant writ?
And your face is my loneliness concubine.
No love in your luck but I do offer you,
My faithful intimacy to add charm in life,
You find more loves but none like me true,
I do love you as someone to anther’s wife.
You live more away from me but I think,
In my weak body rests your restless soul,
Therefore all night sleep I not at a wink,
Now to get your love in verse is my goal
                      
O fair let us make on beach bill and coo,
Yea soul talks to soul if our love is true.