115. Love is not blind as the foolish call

SONNET 115

By JH Sayyar

Love is not blind as the foolish call
Love in gloom shines as a tiny candle
It is not a thorn that silky dresses haul
Lovers know not how rationally handle
Love in lone, they blow out the lamp!
By emotions air, light turns into gloom
Wisdom eye goes blind, eyes cramp!
You cannot see what are in the room
All fools when reason eye goes blind,
I love not your being but tender talk
Consoles my heart in lone very kind
I love your cute being when you stalk

Turn not your face O Lady! I implore
Come back I love you more and more