SONNET 45
By JH
Sayyar
Holy love talks, wherever live you
Souls go to Heaven, body into earth.
Goodness reflects in roses is true
All ill souls are kept in human hearth
Love is more holy than a wild dove,
Be angry or happy she never hauls,
Nothing wrong with us God is above,
A Cupid’s son in visions Love me calls.
I know you cannot sleep whole night,
Waiting makes love strong you know it:
In solitude your all memories me bite,
Love soul in world jealous people hit
O! Rose in my eyes you be ever young,
In lines your praise I have happily sung
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