553. When loneliness bites me dear

SONNET 553

By JH Sayyar

When loneliness bites me dear
Your sweet kiss gives me calm
Eyes shine, on cheeks; no tear!
I see your image on my palm!!
I do not know where you are!
Be old, but in my mind young
Time your kisses cannot char
I see your sweet face: wrung!
Images never lost mind stores
A golden treasure of old age!!
When time closes all the doors
It cools down your time rage!

When sighs cross heart holes
Give sad music lighten souls