Friday, March 17, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

I by my lines Rose don’t you flatter,
I write my love in line to immortalize,
But your false love my faiths shatter,
To get earthly fame my fate cries.
Sweet loves fly bitter loves remind,
Of soul on earth full of evils scheme,
Mar nature objects and none to kind,
They are ghosts on earth me seem.
Ah! You’ll read these lines O fair,
You will laugh at my poor willful wit,
That makes immortal our love affair,
Does go with me in my grave to lit

O lady receive love in the lines gladly,
I leave you forever with sighs sadly.