SONNET 211
By JH Sayyar
God's thinking shows your pink lips,
That knits emotions for a silly tongue,
As April gives tender beauty in kips,
That power keeps forever to be young.
In the lip cage hangs the sharpest knife,
That twains the heart in the first strike,
If loses sure; forever his precious life,
Always lip-dagger kills others' like.
Let me kiss the lips with great care,
The hands on beauty bough in red hue,
Look at me without a word O Fair,
If with pretty words they cannot yew.
Lip-power makes or mars your name,
I paint your being in the verse frame!
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