SONNET 216
By JH
Sayyar
I spent my most precious years,
To trace love to console heart,
I fail in it, my eyes full of tears,
Teaching me to love self I impart.
Love is nothing just eye reflection,
You take your shadow; you call
It love; deceive you its attraction,
Leads by and by to an utter fall
My love my being‘s looking glass,
When I see charming is my being,
I love more in loving to surpass,
Do something youth swiftly fleeing.
Always love and tears walk together,
As in the sky a white swan’s feather
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