596. What is love? To the lovers I ask!

SONNET 596

By JH Sayyar

What is love? To the lovers I ask!
Tell me dear which love is pure?
Physical or spiritual in the cask!
Or in love name pains to endure
A pure love dissolves into soul!
Like the sinking moon in the sea
Reappears anon to find the goal!
It blooms like a rose: taint free!
Fools trace love in the cheeks!
Of which beauty dims with time
On the cheeks see time creaks!
A punishment of beauty crime!

We see in attractive women’s eyes
And fall prey to love beaten cries!!