SONNET 539
By JH Sayyar
On beach with my lady when I lay
White swans there singing a song;
They do sing but before death day
Swans do sing before a death gong
Alas! Sad days in life I have seen;
My eyes see cock-love everywhere
Love: a soul child, Know not green
Just lips join lips, no love, no care!
Girls love self others being chide!
Its reflection floats in lovely eyes
Ah! Love reflections; faults hide
Body full of glee, soul pure cries
Love my Mistress your poor being
Look into glass your age is fleeing
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