350. You asked me, how you are old

SONNET 350

By JH Sayyar
You asked me, how you are old
I told my friend I am still young!
Crooked knife of time makes bold,
My heart is fresh like your tongue,
She asked, please! Tell me more!
I read your sonnets: life’s portrait
I read the sonnets when woes bore,
For your new sonnets I do await!
My sorrows open my third eye,
It sees in the pit what is in motion,
You see a real face of a woman lie,
For cunning hearts  smile; potion.

I end my call saying goodbye in eve,
I think woman’s hole; a giant’s sieve