Thursday, July 27, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

45
Pious love talks, Love wherever you live.
Soul goes to Heaven body into the earth.
Good reflects in rose bad nothing does give,
And all ill souls are kept in human hearth
Love is more pious love than a wild dove,
Be angry or be happy she never me hauls,
Nothing is wrong with us God is above,
A Cupid’s son in visions my Love me calls.
I know you cannot sleep the whole night,
Waiting does make love strong you know it:
And in the solitude your memories me bite,
The love soul in world the jealous people hit

O! Lady in my eyes you are ever young,
That is why in lines your praise I’ve sung.