SONNET 323
By JH Sayyar
You avoid me, I sing your praise,
You will die but my poor verse,
On earth your status will raise,
When you the lovers will curse,
Ever nothing on earth, all decay,
By time claw; none conquers time,
A few believe in it: wise man say
I do sing your praise in the rhyme,
Love lives in soul, soul never dies,
My love with you when soul flies,
Holy soul lives and again will rise
All listen in heaven to soul’s cries
O My Lady, sit by me merrily in lone,
You cannot see after when I am gone
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