SONNET 605
By JH Sayyar
Things under the heaven are old!Time decays all at the fixed time!
Your youth in my notions is gold
Hell fire cannot change into lime
O Lady when Time leaves its signs
On your face, think youth has gone!
Your youth is fresh in my fine lines
In these lines my love I have shown
When monuments are overthrown
Your love shines like a falling star
Impure hearts are into pieces torn!
Your cute youth Time cannot mar!
All fly like dust but words remain!
Wars nothing; words peace and pain
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