SONNET 603
By JH Sayyar
Neither your face nor your dressHold you in eyes for a long time
Time grows silver in your tress!
Thoughts against time a crime!!
Now your youth turns to maturity
Behave like a sage to your foe
Greed converts soul into impurity
Reason is a puppet anon in a mo
More powerful pen than a flash!
In capturing your breasts’ grace
All but my lines time cannot trash
I capture your lips and pink pace
I love you but shun me sharing bed
Your saucy looks block my thread!
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