SONNET 163
By JH Sayyar
When we say, we love, make no sin,
We are deceived in love in many ways,
Faults make perfect how can you win?
A true love without love when I gaze!
My Muse teaches me, go in the park,
Look at the scent carrying flowers,
You see the petals are damaged, hark,
In spite of this, have healing powers.
None; fault free, not are made objects,
All of us faults, the cankers lie in it,
We are to kill it with generous acts,
How can? We have full of doubts wit.
Kill the canker of your soul; it is doubt,
Or you will die in the sin real and rout
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