Friday, May 27, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

When love grows in maiden’s eyes buys beauty box,
Looking glass makes her youth more and more cute,
Then cute eyes roam on earth simple heart to hoax,
When she wears love gallows her red, red lips mute,
Woman’s will mixing with beauty bind lover’s heart,
Yea, Woman’s pretty eyes releasing willful wily rays,
Woman’s eyes full of love but her love bitter and tart
The simple hearts flutter when woman’s eyes gaze.
All foolish lovers’ hearts woman keeps in smile kit,
But all clever hearts are kept in her tiny tweezers case
The lovers’ wit is stored in the naval dark thigh pit,
Maiden’s bill and coo enhances soft coquettes grace,

Culprit of the lovers’ wit: cunning woman’s love,
Her external face of fox; her internal face of dove