SONNET 189
By JH Sayyar
Your anger shows your love is more,
Talking eyes expose a pretty thought,
As the waves throw gems on the shore,
But nothing is written in the sailor’s lot.
Your changing mood, my poetic themes,
Your breaking vows sharpen duller wit,
Your smiles my love collecting beams,
You with your laughers my follies hit.
None can tell O! Fair where love stays?
Love is a finer thinking of our holy soul,
Various minds expose it in various ways,
Harmonious thoughts constitute the goal.
Missing soul union proves love existence,
Love is a fine linker, a scandal is pretense
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