Sunday, March 19, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

186
My shocking face can’t face beauty rage,
Your shockproof beauty breaks my heart,
That lives in half dead in your beauty cage,
Hanging on with the silky hair trapping art
Yea your separation eating heart as dead
Your smiling face a mirror of weeping eyes,
Weep for all nights before going to bed,
I think in your dream my poor heart flies,
Do have me in your eyes safe and sound,
Your eyes do reflect heaven let me rest,
Wasting all riper days I have you found,
As the climber touches the highest crest

You steal beauty eyes remain the same,
Time is a stormy ocean we cannot it tame.