Sunday, March 19, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

O lady when I do say that I love you,
Yea it does mean I love you not at all,
But your pretty image in my mind is true,
Your cute eyes before me lovingly crawl.
I see my image in my beloved’s eyes,
Is the self-reflection her eyes receivers?
Removing the receivers my reflection dies,
And we do call love most cruel deceivers.
I call love the worship of image reflection,
Where we do fall in love of girls or boys,
Finding we do feel true heart satisfaction,
As all children do feel finding colored toys

Woman worships image in shape of her child,
On growing up she feels her image was wild.