SONNET 532
By JH Sayyar
Night’s toil to worship face;
My being’s copy your eyes
Time shapes images and grace
Your eyes; your copy surmise
Holy love is a child of soul!!
Love hater den, keep in mind
You burn my copy, no Carole
You are cruel, not to me kind
Start loving me for God’s sake
No woman on earth as you are
You kiss my cheeks; eyes awake
Your live in eyes; not away far
Until love rules, hearts; barren
In spring; no flower at a terrain
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