46. After dressing up, my Lady dries hair,

SONNET 46

By JH Sayyar
After dressing up, my Lady dries hair,
All belles jealous and fairies dance,
Your beauty rules in upper hemisphere,
Two locks on the breast beauty enhance
Your moony eyes make beaus erotic,
Your pink breasts cleave lovers’ hearts,
Your silky thighs make the gallant sick,
All upset when my Pink Lady love starts
Pure pink and cute my Mistress’s shin,
When you touch my dim lovely cheek,
Cupid tries her breast-beauty to win,
False lovers in the Park you always seek.

I listen to your voice in the music of rills,
All know your cute being rests in daffodils