SONNET 334
By JH Sayyar
When I compare you with my verse
Your beauty is immortal like frame,
Like peacock paws my being I curse,
I love you but could not heart tame,
When I see time check on the cheeks,
Time steals beauty; look in the glass,
Silver in hair shining the front creaks
Always time in game wins the toss,
Your praise in verse surpasses age,
When our breath flies ;will remain,
Your mortal beauty in my verse cage,
Deleting you from the verse; in vain
Strong than time my immortal line
When in tomb with vermin you dine
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