436. I see in glass trenches on the face,

SONNET 436

By JH Sayyar
I see in glass trenches on the face,
Lined cheeks, furrows on forehead,
My wit tells Time steals my grace,
Youth shined on her face now dead,
When I see in eyes find you; young
Sit bowing in the shadows of looks,
Looking at my love opens its tongue
Shines love in the shadows of brooks;
Ah In all ages, love remains the same
Hiding self in the rags; in the center
Watching actions, laughing at frame
When silver shines, all furrows banter

Cute women’s love is fickle like grace
Loyalty in the fickle frames, fools trace