SONNET 33
By JH
Sayyar
She is more perfect than everything.
She gives power to my dying soul,
All nights God’s praises I do sing,
Your faithlessness makes me dole.
Your kiss wisdom to the duller mind,
Angels adore you in skies forever,
To all living things my Love is kind,
Her beauty whetting wits rusty never.
Her voice as sweet as wild honey,
Her breath as fresh as Eden air,
She is happier with me like bunny,
Angels protect you with more care.
God! Do save from her beauty sin,
Let over me rule not her white skin.
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