SONNET 329
By JH Sayyar
My love is slain by the lie-knife,
Heart dances like bird in prey-sack,
I think and think but find no strife,
Between you and me, no love crack,
When mountain flowers daily bloom,
Touching your hair with sad flowers,
Inform me you still cute and green,
Find the second love; in the hours,
You lose trust in my trust book,
Your love mars the charm of life,
Your lips make; my gait crook,
Snatches peace add a spiritual rife
O Lady! I await you on the tender shore,
Like a forgotten mermaid; love no more
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