SONNET 107
By JH Sayyar
My lines; immortal, not my Being,
I leave my love in the lines for you,
Like a spindle my; age is fleeing,
Death will prove my love was true.
I leave you, leaving no issue kind,
I think more, find no faithful mate,
So about wooing I change my mind,
My issues my lines these are great!
Marriage: the union of two souls!
If not, sweet marriage is a curse
Her body not for you, mind strolls
Follow my mind, my style is terse
O! Fair after death you shall find
All traitor lovers, none to you kind
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