SONNET 124
By JH Sayyar
I wait all night for your pretty call,
I sleep not all night counts the stars,
Gazing in your eyes since your crawl
Your hateful love my beauty mars,
I want to see you moving before me
I know you look me a speck far away,
You want separation; free of worry
Forever you be young O fair I pray.
If I find your false promise keeps,
Me ever young with weal and woe,
I see in tears you when heart weeps,
Saying with weeping eyes was true.
Trust not in woman’s promise; whore,
Under the waste lays hell opening door.
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