Thursday, August 10, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

73
I come on Saturday do not be sad,
You are in my mind I am not alone,
Your kiss- taste does make me glad,
You smell my love when I am gone.
O! Fair you awake till late night,
Pale will be your cheeks as the rose,
And will be fail your thinking might,
Do take in time faithless your doze
I do not forget you, sweetie in no wise,
You with me as a shadow with man,
When the winters come my heart cries,
Like a babe in love poor eyes wan,

Love not dies O! Fair if we live apart,
Remote love makes faithful and smart.