Sunday, June 18, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

How I take from you’re my love, my youth,
Both flew to part but now present presents, a new,
Day for new works, but always your pretty ruth,
Sitting on your black brow, and a silky casket sew,
But promises done with you torture my poor soul,
Your day beauty deceives, night beauties expose,
Yea! What has been all day your pretty body role,
You win love I lose it what it O Lady shows
Your beauty salt converts love into love salt,
A few know it mystery, how love changes into hate,
Women’s passions just see beauty but not the fault,
Their passions make glass brighter small and great,

Your face beauty in moonlit makes grief longer,
Your full view of beauty makes my kiss stronger