SONNET 221
By JH Sayyar
I confess, I love you not O Dear,
I cannot face eyes; full of woe,
Your eyes in lone my eyes fear,
My anger proves to be love foe.
I think you leave hate behind,
To weep over the love in vain,
Now you leave me, I am kind,
To your love, my love is slain.
O Fair in the silence of night,
Breaks my heart your voice,
My past days nights me bite,
In such condition I do rejoice
After you I mourn over my fate,
None can change love into hate.
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