Thursday, July 27, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

47
Our love is like a compass dear, true,
Of which one leg is moving the other still
Lover the moving leg and the fixed you,
If the fixed confirmed come back I will.
If the fixed moves not the circle round,
If it moves the circle leaves the center,
If the fixed strong the moving leg sound,
My love happy when your fingers banter
Yea! If the soil is good the crops are fine,
In your heart soil I plant a love plant,
Ah! Let it be grown and it will be divine,
Without your holy love here live I cannot.

When on her soft bed my cute mistress sleeps,
Thus through your eyes into soul my love creeps.