612. Those who use tongue; Time kills them

SONNET 612

By JH Sayyar

Those who use tongue; Time kills them
All livers in hearts, Time cannot perish!
Words’ prisoners in immortality album
Time protect them, heavens them cherish
I capture your face in words with my pen
It will enjoy ages coming races will know
Our love was holy; notions brooding hen
A bark sinks in a storm but not the prow!
Ah! My words like a prow on the veneer
Of a stormy sea, sinks not in the dark pit
My words made of fire; free of storm fear
Stormy waves of time cannot sink, may hit

O Fair! Come and sit by me in sullen days
I have sung in the rimes: your lips’ praise!