SONNET 190
By JH Sayyar
On your sweet memory when I take rest,
Forget all day troubles, sleep with ease,
Night in your vision makes free of pest,
All day in mind’s eyes my heart, you, sees
In weariness I take your love memory pill,
Days pass quickly but nights bite my lips,
Kissing my dying wishes my willful will,
Your pretty ruth frightens in the balmy kip.
After you my love I have the toughest time,
I be-weep in lone and broods over my heart,
How can I write my feelings in my rime?
If my will dies with me it is my fortune part.
Days pass in works; nights in mental jobs,
My heart pleasures your false beauty robs
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