Tuesday, July 4, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

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O Lady when your love inflames my spinal tender heat
Then my soul elevates to kiss your pink and coral breast
Your love sighs standing on the snow rock burn my feet
I see your love full of sobs encircle from East to West
Your love passions more superior to my sensual love
Releases from my poor heart and soul to embrace you
My love passions are generated, your love from above
Woman’s love controls man’s love from bill and coo
Virgin’s love superior control man’s love on earth
Woman by her passions’ power enslaves men’s wit
Woman’s soul more thinly reflected by her tender sob
Controlling man’s evil power, woman’s love more fit

When by woman’s eyes are released superior love rays
Burns anon man’s inferior soul of wisdom in a few days