Thursday, August 10, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

81
The Sun gets heat from my Rose’s eye,
Pleasant breeze is my beloved’s breath,
If my Rose turns her veil all beaus die,
As a whole my fair all the lovers’ death
Minerva worshipers fall not in a ditch
All emotion followers always go to wall,
And all earthly troubles are due to this,
Nothing lies in love but does give gall.
O faithless, leave me not on the way
My feelings in the verse not coax
But represent true love I truly say
Die love if you make with me hoax

When I kiss you my all wishes surge,
For a love kid let us do energy merge.