SONNET 515
By JH
Sayyar
Heart weeps, come to console;
My sad eyes hungry for a kiss!
I: a man of feelings; not a doll
A vale sight, dear do not miss
My heart feels a numbness pain
But you are sitting like a stone
When heart woeful kiss in vain
Look into my eyes, tears moan
Be ever young my pray for you
But simile once my heart is sad
Tears on cheeks; my love is true
My heart without you is mad!
Your cute eyes kill; your face
Leaves me a new love to trace
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