SONNET537
By JH Sayyar
I see my being in looking glass
I wonder how time steals youth;
Hang among the tattered mass!!
My being is temporary; no truth;
Your youth in eyes never be stale
Time cannot steal from line-page
Youth scatters, eyes never be pale
You in my eyes; free of time rage
O Fair! Stay in my eyes; be young
I do see all night your pretty face!
Your praises are sung my tongue!
When I do need you; in eyes trace;
Ah! All get rust: love free of rust!
Look in your eyes; in you I trust!
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