565. I cry! O Lady tomorrow you cry

SONNET 565

By JH Sayyar

I cry! O Lady tomorrow you cry
Your memories in heart my rise
I bear your sweet pains till I die
I recall you when tears vaporize
To weep for you; I have a cause
To moan over the earth I alone!
I am the same today what I was
Love is recorded in the Luz bone
Your red breasts haunt my mind
Yea like a ghost captures my soul
In pains I in lone my teeth grind
Heart burns in the memories coal

When soul talks to soul; a paradise
When you cheat in love heart cries