SONNET 151
By JH Sayyar
You think O Rose my love is false,
I think your love in my sunken eyes,
I see you daily my poor heart calls
You in my dream, when fate cries
O Fair love; a deep thinking state,
That shapes trends for future years,
You prove your trends in a debate,
Experience tells efforts mix in tears.
Love never dies, an abstract thinking,
In concrete words, never, never stale,
It activates mind as circles in the ring
As spring makes happy a nightingale
Follow chameleon art as if eats air,
You see the tongue, not prey O Fair.
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