SONNET 203
By JH Sayyar
I am proud of your pretty cruelties,
Cleave my heart as linen is twain,
On high cast measured in big cities,
The raiment of ducks the poor refrain
The heart you break; hopes join again,
We sustain on it; love a self-conceit
If you accept love; you deceive brain,
No life in life but rhythmic heartbeat
How I get knowledge people inquire?
I read the books, yea her pretty eyes
Exposing a woman's secrets power,
How a girl with her tongue beautifies.
The best book to read my; Fair’s eyes,
Hungry of false love; my heart cries!!
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