SONNET 298
By JH Sayyar
I am sitting among the flower-petals,
All alone with my sad gloomy heart,
Both feel fatigue as soldiers in battle,
Battle is their life most essential part,
Ah! My heart feels a painful pleasure,
Spring comes from your golden hair,
Ah! My tender words cannot measure,
It flourishes when you present there!
Waters to my barren heart grassy plot,
O my happy Lady you and I do feel
From my though flowers which I got
That changes anon my fortune wheel
Your in my heart as smell in the flower
Your memories for my love: the dower
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