SONNET 117
By JH Sayyar
Following emotions leads to fall,
As pheasants at last fall to prey,
It is a hidden will since your crawl,
My ardent wish dies on the way.
Friendship changes into love at last,
Keep in mind, love not under waste,
What is difference, tells the past,
What have you on love-file to paste?
My holy love like Virgin Marry,
Put it before you in a golden dish,
In your sweet dream through a fairy,
Take it gladly my heart-poor wish.
Keep me forever in your cute eyes,
My love shines as stars in the skies
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