SONNET 160
By JH Sayyar
When mountain-hungry cock crows,
Saying something but we all ignore,
When It sits on the pretty eyebrows,
Flying to you leaving a cheeky whore
Sweet love a rival sits in your bosom,
He feeds you against my love choice,
I listen alone to your pretty twosome,
Saying you to leave your rejoice!
My intuition tells you from me hide,
I read all passions from your eyes,
Watching revengeful eyes I chide,
My soul feels fresh when I early rise.
Beauty and ugliness; a state of mind,
Love and hate in lovers, you not find
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