SONNET 43
By JH
Sayyar
My words with emotions dwindle,
Your false promises kindle gire,
Nothing remains behind all swindle,
I a love saint going to love devoir.
Heart-pang hurts when I do sleep,
Like pebbles love strikes far away,
In loneliness remember you, weep,
I drink hemlock under love-sway.
Long your silky hair, red, red lips,
Pink breast and grey shining eyes,
Looks a pixy when you deck clips,
I worship you before the sunrise.
What is love, where grows in body?
In mind or heart, be humble or rowdy.
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