Thursday, January 18, 2018

When after day’s labor I fall on my soft bed



SONNET  496
When after day’s labor I fall on my soft bed
On your sweet memories pillow I take rest
I see you in my eyes wearing dress of shred
Of faithlessness proves for me night pest
O Lady, do love on earth is your birth right
But cheat in love against nature a big crime
Evil thinking devours heart ending our might
I see this repeated action in the mirror of time
O Lady, love a holy thing, not a kid’s toy
To change it with time when be out worn
Your poor thinking makes love just a toy
When girls change love men into pieces torn

O Lady, love is nothing but a child of holy soul
And shines in the sky like on cheeks a tiny moleA