Thursday, August 10, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

More attractive you look with pretty ruth
But always you pose, your angry mood,
It exposes to me your higher truth,
The more pretty look the more you rude
I like my Fair’s blue blazing eyes,
But in it my true love is always slain,
You know your bosom my heart spies,
Tell me not about your foolish brain.
Something in loneliness I want to tell,
I want to put my image into your eyes,
I know you love me not go in the hell,
I want to die with your all lovely cries.
My Fair’s blazing eyes think what expose,
Your love is false and a false love shows.