SONNET 136
By JH Sayyar
Sweet love your tongue lies I feel,
Your cute eyes expose your will,
Telling lies your morning meal
But for me your lie a sleeping pill
Eyes slave to fingers in all matters,
Hands slave to mouth not go to ear,
I think faithless my faith shatters,
Even in false love my love I gear.
Tonight I saw my love in dream,
Laughing at me I sigh and weep,
Your cruel eyes hate love I deem,
See in the glass; the saint's sleep,
O Fair you betray me now I divorce,
I like you, you like dream intercourse,
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