SONNET 368
By JH Sayyar
O Lady! Your love is my woes,
Like water drops on the pan!
Love my being canker with rues,
Melts my bone in Hebrew Dan,
I see no love in the Mistress’ eyes,
Alas! True love cannot be bought,
True love in dog-heart know wise,
Sweet talks to parrot in cage taught,
Searching for love my hair turn grey,
I search four corners for a true love,
Every lady loves in a different way,
A true love in fate from the above
Neither love in heart nor in eyes!
I find true love in the dog’s cries
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