Thursday, July 27, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

57
The song by me sung in praise of you,
The promise to you made forever remain,
To make you happy when life full of woe,
Your sigh bites me when my love is slain.
My love does shine like stars in the sky,
My woes you hear by the nightingale,
Feeling my cursed loves all jealous die:
And my pretty love will never be fail.
Kill me, O Lady not to make treason,
Do love me yea I am your eternal life,
I see you Lady in my holy vision,
I kiss you whole night as a willful wife

You do remember that I am sick of you
My true love is loyal the loyal love is true.