SONNET 159
By JH Sayyar
When I think O My Rose in lone!
My soul freezes thinking about you
My stalk does shatter with my tone!
What I did get in your love just rue
Where you are leaving me in the ditch!
My soul in agony, my thoughts are ill
After you; your loves proves a witch!
Frightening me in solitude on the hill
When in loneliness, your image floats
In mind; so I with my mind’s force
Creates your being as in eyes moats
Then looking in my eyes you remorse
I think that someday you will realize!
Ears listen to rumors, truth see the eyes
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