Friday, March 17, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

150
Your love delights me not awards sorrow,
Like a summer day yea no way to escape,
From the woes none can peace borrow?
You always my all wills before me rape.
Grieves are life part but the love grief,
Given is more painful than the pain,
Mean nature does this my words I brief,
Enemies do nothing willful wills are slain.
If you bear grieves you sooner refine
Your wisdom it sharpens your duller wit
Love sorrows more pretty all words define,
The first day was written in the lover’s writ.

Love sorrows teach me this pretty lesson,
Lose your wisdom, control your passion.