Friday, July 21, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

20
As sleeping Lilies on the silent beach,
My poor heart lies on your pink breast.
Do love your life sweetie I do beseech,
I come to you and receive me as a guest.
You are my Lady my new found land,
I am your prince, emperor and king,
Let us heart exchange on the cold sand,
We are true in the jolly mood we sing.
One drop of water falls in the shell,
The other drop does fall in the drain;
The first is gem the other goes to hell,
Tell me why my poor love is slain?
Come in my arms and rest in my eyes,
I give you whole night gleeful lullabies.