SONNET 199
By JH Sayyar
Gladden my heart with your pretty kiss,
Give over the habit of turning face away,
When I compose rimes I you really miss
Nay; your pretty eyes your love sway.
My heart burns as a candle in a church,
In your vision; your inborn willful will,
Gives me lullabies, not leave in the lurch,
As the virgin pats a kid at a window sill
My love changes with the modern age,
You change fashion and chameleon hue,
Your pretty ruth hidden under pretty rage,
As a foodless child, hungry on the pew
In dark vision when I gloat over your face,
Just crude words for poetic use I do trace!
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