SONNET 21
By JH
Sayyar
Your being teaches me this universe,
From your beauty lends all grace,
Gold is nothing, the force of embers,
Divine beauty reflects on your face.
Think on which rests your love fame,
Your beauty or my mighty pen sage,
My pen is stronger in the line frame,
I capture your beauty in the word-cage
I know that beauty around me more
No one sings in rhyme your praise.
I mention you, your being I adore,
In my immortal lines I do amaze.
Our love O Fair in this world prevails,
I make you immortal when beauty fails.
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