SONNET 145
By JH Sayyar
Your beauty lends words to write
Your smiles materials for my verse,
Your coral breasts raise the might
Of my weak pen, I do hate to curse
Your hollow eyes; roll like shingles,
Under the sun in shades on the shore,
The moving color with eyes mingles,
My thoughts make shadows more.
Real fame deserving my love I call,
From your beauty words I borrow,
Touching her cheeks not brunt brawl,
You live in verse today and tomorrow
My thoughts select words for my pen,
Kissing your breast like hungry men!
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