SONNET 25
By JH
Sayyar
Brown hair, red lips and small eyes,
Fair teeth, long nose and sweet tongue,
Pink breast with locks all beaus’ demise,
Therefore her beauty praise I have sung.
When she sings, hear all nightingales,
Gather to learn the art of pretty voice;
Spread it happily flying to other vales,
Teaching others your cute song device
O Lady when I praise you in my verse,
I make own praise you are my choice.
The echo in the mind, my soul rehears.
Yea! I do worship your beauty thrice.
Nothing but beauty lives in pretty eyes,
I paint in words, you. words memorize.
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