SONNET 10
By JH
Sayyar
The glass tells how more you cute,
If not my Love, look into my eyes
Believe or not I am always mute,
If I tell a lie, I do fall never rise
Dear true love to measure in vain,
Your love in heart shines like a star,
My love in your heart is bitterly slain,
Like a naughty kid my love you mar.
I see you in vision as a suckling kid,
Who traces breasts to drink the milk?
I love you more know not you did,
I do call you Angle, angle not a bilk.
If you want to see me, see in your eyes,
I do live there O Lady till your surmise
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