SONNET 26
By JH
Sayyar
O Lady not to be slave of your will:
Killed like a spider by her own scheme,
Obduracy and false pride you do kill,
Emotions kill wisdom, heart’s scream.
All beloveds worship the lovers’ faults,
Shine on the face like sand in the desert.
Mentors fall in trouble think who halts,
All anon die when love-wishes dart.
When some says you I love you more,
Deceive reason, receive false promise,
If you are wise, trust not in the whore,
Love demands money just for a kiss.
My Fair, love self is above the sky,
If you angry, my all pleasures die.
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