SONNET 468
By JH Sayyar
Ah! I burry love in Mistress’ eyes
Lovers’ sobs, hidden in your heart
Desire to kiss; burns lovers’ sighs
Kill lovers by kiss, her nature part
You deceives as chameleon tongue
Looks like swallow air but the prey
All insects creeping old and young
You enjoy hearts on the tongue tray
Love, soul child, your soul is sick!
Love and faith both deaf and blind
See not weeping foolish lover-trick
Your soul sick of you to you unkind
Love: soul’s child, faith binds hope!
Foolish do not know it how to cope
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