585. One day I was strolling on the strand

SONNET 585

By JH Sayyar

One day I was strolling on the strand
Thinking about where pure love grows
Sudden! I felt under my feet sea sand
Around me I saw ten cute pixy rows!
Looking at me all smiled at my reason
And said, “Love grown in a pious soul
Beauty love nothing but a cute treason
Men fall prey to false love lose the goal
Love yourself and listen to the voice!
Coming from your heart but we ignore
Fall in troubles with a speedy choice!
Our soul turns to stone more and more”

All fools find love in acute girls’ grace!
A good will in love, a solid loving base