Saturday, May 28, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

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When time steals your beauty wrinkles left behind,
Then on the wrinkled face just small sunken eyes,
But in my immortal verse your youth you can find,
Making pretty time, mirror and cosmetic make trine,
I compare your tender love with spring fresh flower,
Decaying bit by bit as the earthworms eat the dead,
I do encage beauty in word-cage in immortal hour,
Your beauty with my lines has made a lock of wed,
You live and die unknown none knows your nature,
My Muse decks in lines all doings and beauty sin,
People know your love tart while you in entablature,
But I compose all your beauty sins for kiths and kin

O Lady, my immortal fingers save beauty in rhyme,
You live among the people when all decay cruel time