212. As a silly hunter on a pebbled shore,

SONNET 212

By JH Sayyar
As a silly hunter on a pebbled shore,
Sits all day putting rod in the water,
Watches the moment’s feeling bore,
At last waiting proves will-slaughter.
I’m green in love O Fair I trust in you,
Waiting makes me dead; your wait,
Adds to my life one more bitter woe,
Devours all my glees, lengthens hate.
I love myself, see in your small eyes,
My lovely face reflects the a truth,
On my birth spirits; award me prize,
My heart full of love, free of ruth

You think I am a lover of your eyes,
No, your eyes my like I immortalize.