601. My cute deer runs to jungle in fears

SONNET 601

By JH Sayyar

My cute deer runs to jungle in fears
Considers me a hunter of meadow!
Cunning escape makes; full of tears!
She falls down; sob and sighs grow!
I reach near her injured was the deer
Wide her eyes, long legs, tender waist
I caress her body; sitting in her rear!
The tired deer opens eyes in haste!
I put the injured deer on my horse!
And treats her body with love balm
The deer; my tamed deer, of course
Love conquers all! The best psalm!

The deer lives with me; O Tender Rose
I am worried in hair silver soon grows!