Friday, September 30, 2016

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

203
When I leave home with your memory,
My naval force feels a wonderful feeling,
That in my pretty visions my eyelids see,
Your lovely lips for me more appealing
All day my heart burns with your love heat,
All night my eyes weep why I you choose,
To be my sweet chum but my wit at my feet,
I misread the eyes what the eyes expose.
It is my pretty wills my willful will in you,
What I do think is just what is just I think,
What the tongue says wrong the eyes true
On your promise bed I can’t sleep a wink.

When be tired of woes I do think to sleep,
So my heart vigils when my eyes do weep.