SONNET 125
By JH Sayyar
Your coral breast soft than a rose,
Your fans write your false praise,
I write faults my love I propose,
You promise breaker when I gaze.
Your face pretty, your thinking ill,
Words support not what you think,
Eyes searching for a window sill
All words in your memory sink.
You neither love nor think more,
You think face beauty evergreen,
Forget me soon I leave the shore,
My traitor you have always been.
Come on O False Fair if you feel;
When beauty and death ends deal
0 Comments