594. O Rose when I deeply think of you

SONNET 594

By JH Sayyar

O Rose when I deeply think of you
My heart weeps bitterly with moan
Your youth has gone is most true!
Bowing down your tender back bone
Now we both are deprived of youth
Our eyes and cheeks sunken with days
But still on your nose sits a happy ruth
Therefore I sing in rhyme your praise
I credit you tamed my untamed heart
By your sweet and sincere tongue!
But alas! Your happy days were short
And you left me when I was young!

Ah! True love peeps through the eyes
False love leers at the tongue but lies