SONNET 285
By JH Sayyar
Heart weeps thinking over your state,
Your glee less eyes; smile less cheeks,
Do not worry, grief makes men great?
Bit by bit, months, days and weeks,
O Lady! Take my all youth pleasure,
Be happy, I am with your pretty being,
What I say, O Rose: Think in leisure:
That my life spindle is swiftly fleeing,
When I think about you, I am very sad,
But for me your love, a writing power,
Your love sharpens wit seeing you glad
Your love is my pen inborn love dower
I in your eyes and you in my eyes sleep,
O Pink Lady in hearts love cankers creep
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