SONNET 252
By JH Sayyar
Please! Take back your love is false,
Your love like raindrops fall on all,
A blessing for all; my heart it calls,
You: a passion slave, my love fall,
You receive love but you it burn,
In the sex fire, throws love in ash,
And keeps hate in your heart urn,
Alas! you my poor love do smash,
You steal my soul, make me dead,
Buries in dust; reaches not to the sky,
Seeing me rising dead cowered fled,
Reality hides in veil; fail if you try!
Love had no being; its being; holy soul,
No tears but pure passions love control
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