SONNET 457
By JH Sayyar
O Rose to follow you, senses weak
Your chary eyes always me deceive
You my perfect love I stop my seek
Your red cheeks every time grieve!
I wandered in search of love is true
I find cute faces, void of sincerity!
I waste time; get day and night rue
I find beauty and loyalty eternity!
Ah! Without loyalty; love a deceit
Think more, leave a print behind!
You still young full of sparrow heat
Your passions your sad heart grind
Lovers: fond of your rosy cheeks
Lovers rejects faces if full of creeks
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