SONNET 150
By JH Sayyar
Love delights always award sorrow;
Like a summer day, no way to escape
From woes none can peace borrow!
You always my wills before me rape.
Grieves are life part but a love grief,
O Lady more painful than severe pain,
Mean nature does it in words I brief,
Enemies do nothing; wills are slain.
If you bear grieves you sooner refine
Your wisdom sharpens your duller wit
Love sorrows pretty all words define,
First day was written in the lover’s writ.
O Lady! Love woes teach me a lesson,
Do keep under wisdom your passion!!
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