SONNET 133
By JH Sayyar
When you touch my memories,
Forget all sorrows falling in a fit,
Standing before you my soul sees,
A love sight beyond my duller wit
Past days never die; store in brain,
Use your the pondering key to read,
The sweet days; all seem me in vain,
Bitter mend mistakes if you do heed.
If you do O! Fair all days are fine!
Errors correct thinking makes wise,
I say you a liar the fault was mine,
Something wrong night cocks cry!
I love you more my words expose,
Your love power my finger shows
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