SONNET 116
By JH Sayyar
O Lady sincere lovers you find few,
As finding in the garden a black rose
False love you find sitting on a pew,
Laugh at lover dancing on the toes
If I lose you, I do lose nothing here,
If you lose me you lose all in Ohio,
Trust in me I keep secret your affair.
I will not expose it when will be trio.
True love in our soul garden flourish
False love fall like iron into the sea,
You are my poor heart’s ardent wish,
Our pure love from all sorrows is free
If I am true, you will know in your kip,
My heart dances with your dancing hip.
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