SONNET 311
By JH Sayyar
Ah! People call you a fairy kid,
I call you Eden shadow on earth:
Floats in my eyes closing eye-lid
Your cheeks glow as ash in hearth,
Talking eyes in my sweet dream,
My sleep flies
like drops on a pan,
Your face breaks my heart I seem
Your sleep mars breasts what I can,
Poor love crows sitting on bough,
Of an unripe promise tree to prey
With a long tongue and eyes trow,
Green lovers kiss anon die in fray.
O lady, change not love, if you do;
Your unkind love adds more rue!
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