SONNET 32
By JH
Sayyar
Her beauty reveals God’s tender heart.
Her perfection tells what He has done:
Alone in lone He makes you smart,
Living on earth God’s trust has won.
God makes the sun path in the skies,
A nice home for my love on earth,
She lives in heart I in her cute eyes,
For me God makes your pretty birth.
You live on earth like a bridegroom,
Happy like a racer who runs the race;
Your birth fresh like a red bloom,
Angels enhance your beauty pace.
Among all my Fair’s beauty is seen,
I love you O Lady since your wean.
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