SONNET 137
By JH Sayyar
I by my lines, don’t you flatter,
I write love in lines to immortalize,
Your false smiles my faith shatter,
To get earthly fame my fate cries.
Sweet loves fly, bitter loves remind,
Of holy souls full of evils schemes,
Mar nature objects, none to me kind,
Like ghosts on earth you me seems.
When you read these lines O Fair,
You laugh at my poor willful wit,
Making immortal your love affair,
Will inter with me in my grave to lit
O Lady! Receive love in lines gladly,
I leave you forever with sighs sadly!
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