SONNET 13
By JH
Sayyar
When I feel, I do not trust in you:
Listen! O my Love I will die soon,
You get the second if it is true
It is surely O Lady my heart-ruin.
Sure you cannot hide all secrets,
Your ascendant tells about you all.
Take my pleasures give your regrets.
I die with them, you enjoy the ball.
Seem you are losing interest in me,
And my love is growing with time
Separation from you I cannot dree
If you deceive I will die in prime.
You know waiting consoles a sad heart,
A false love dies when love-wishes dart.
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