SONNET 454
By JH Sayyar
I see anger sitting on your nose
Peeping through your cute brow
As out of mist in winter rises rose
Weather beaten yellow petals grow
O Lady! See beauty in the glass
Tells the truth furrows on the face
You die virgin; did not print pass
My mistress, time steals your grace
Those who hate lovers virgin die
Nothing, but beauty in lover’ eyes
Your plastic art with time will fly
Beauty a shadow of a lover-sighs
Let your beauty be melted tonight
In my arms; in darkness; no light!
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