Saturday, June 24, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

362
When love grows in soul like a bud of spring season,
First the poor heart sings pretty songs all day in lone,
Why spring birds sing song none can tell the reason,
How record of human deeds in kept in the Luz bone,
When in pretty women’s heart a true love opens eye,
Love closes reason balls hiding the lover’s defects,
Love makes ears deaf forever, to worldly hue and cry,
And makes holy day and night pretty love sinful acts
Emotions drive wisdom Love Goddess is not blind
When love light prevails in soul all acts look fine,
Day and night all deeds, watched by human mind,
None can but the crooked time waves love refine

Love canker is doubt but love eye strong intention,
I call past happy days of love the old age pension