Thursday, August 10, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

92
True love is like a round circle Mary
It is made when two legs of compass sit,
One the fixed and the other moves very,
Slowly and slowly does make the circle fit.
If the fixed is unstable the circle is out,
The moving cannot make the circle lone,
Making the circle right needs the fixed bout,
The fixed distance when the moving gone.
You my sweet love the strongest it is,
The moving comes soon making the round,
And ends from where it does start to kiss,
The moving stronger if the fixed is sound.

I promise that we together live and die,
Our union will be on earth or in the sky.