SONNET 50
By JH
Sayyar
I saw you last night in my dream,
Your Eton crop, lovely talking eyes,
Stealing my soul through eye-beam,
Would that my soul flew to the skies
Your smiling face, your lovely talk,
Shapes poetic trends in different ways,
All belles jealous seeing your stalk,
Looking at you flies my poetic craze.
I immortalize you through my rime
My love dies not by the hand of time,
For coming generation am a love-sign,
Your love echoes like vesper chime.
O God may my soul rest in her eyes;
Be my grave her heart my soul cries
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