Thursday, August 10, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

82
All people tell a lie in love with skill,
As a witch sucks blood you do like,
In doing so nothing but the soul to kill
As the loosing bull is killed by the pike
Telling a lie is mixing alloy in gold,
Gold remains gold but valueless in eye,
Mixing lie in truth no way to mould,
We live on earth but truths with us die,
Laying in true love you the lovers mock,
And do kill the trust of my pretty mind,
And standstills in the love like a rock,
I am to you my sweetie more kind

Love is a flower the flower without smell,
As a newly born is nothing without a yell.