Tuesday, April 11, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

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How do I take from you’re my love, my youth,
Both flew to part but now present presents, a new,
Day for new works, but always your pretty ruth,
Sitting on your black brow, and a silky casket sew,
But promises done with you torture my simple soul,
Your day beauty deceives, but night beauties expose,
Yea! What has been all day your pretty body role,
You win love, and I lose it what it O Lady shows
Your beauty salt converts my love into my love in salt,
A few know it mystery, how love changes into hate,
Women’s passions just see beauty but not glassy fault,
Their passions make glass brighter how small and great,

Your face beauty sight in moonlit makes grief longer,
Your full view with painted beauty makes kiss stronger