SONNET 320
By JH Sayyar
Your eyes shine like stars in the sky,
Her beauty infuses soul into dead,
Looking at you: beauty lovers die,
Dull thoughts in soul Nature has fed,
After dressing up when you walk!
Heaven smiles looking at her pace,
Enhancing beauty: wary her stalk,
Like pixy foot marks none can trace,
One day, my Mistress’ beauty will fly,
Silver in hair, wrinkles on the cheeks,
The glass reflects the wrinkles and lie,
None kisses you even once in a week.
When beauty dies: tongue protects you,
If your thoughts pure: lies will die in rue.
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