Tuesday, April 11, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

233
With tender hands nature paints a woman’s face,
And put in her tender heart hot erotic passions,
That controls her supper wit that does deface,
But hides her all faults, pretty woman’s fashions,
Your eyes more cunning and less faithful to me,
And sucks my soul of words in rusty lone,
When I think on my past controls my destiny,
But your jealous will in rime I have shown,
Nate makes mistake cunning put in her will,
Jealousy controls her mind, talkative her tongue,
Even in the best time in olden days is still,
Never follows her will, even death bell, rung,

Women tears: men’s traps, smile lovers’ pleasure,
Changing lover daily loses her beauty treasure.