Thursday, March 30, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

211
God's thinking shows your lovely lips,
That knits emotions for a pair less tongue,
As April weather gives tenderness to tulips,
That power keeps them forever to be young.
So in the lip cage hangs the sharpest knife,
That twain the mighty heart in the first strike,
And he does loose forever his precious life,
Always the lip dagger does kill others' like.
So let me kiss the tulips with a great care,
The hands on the beauty bough in a red hue,
Look at me poor pretty without word O Fair,
If with the pretty words they cannot be yew.

So lip treasure makes or mars your name,
When it is loosed so make tighten its frame