SONNET 181
By JH Sayyar
O Rose! When I say; I love you!!
Yea! It means I love you not at all,
Your pretty image in mind is true,
Your eyes before me lovingly crawl.
I see my image in my Rose’s eyes,
The self-reflection her eyes receivers
Removing the receiver’s reflection dies,
We all call love most cruel deceivers.
I call love; the worship of reflection,
When we fall in love of girls or boys,
Finding we feel true heart satisfaction,
As children feel finding colored toys
Women worship the image of her child,
On growing up feel; her image was wild.
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