376. O Rose, your youth never grows old,

SONNET 376

By JH Sayyar
O Rose, your youth  never grows old,
Your print in my eyes be ever young,
My immortal pen turns iron to gold,
Your fame in the skies I have hung!
When I close my eyes I see your face,
Waits for the love on the bed of rose,
Your smile adds charm to my grace,
O Lady, you wake when love goes,
You my dream princess, free of fall
Free of time claws and human wrath,
When time decays love shines in hall
I see in vision :my love! A rosy path

O Lady! I save in my balls your youth
But time proves it: free of tender ruth!