SONNET 62
By JH
Sayyar
When your love mutters in ears,
Your cheeks smile as Monaliza
Your sad eyes give gleeful tears,
So I see a Duchess eating pizza.
When she walks in a jolly mood
Flowers dance; belles jealous,
All lovers die why? You brood;
You kind by birth, not callous.
Tut your arms around the neck,
Touch lips with the soft finger,
Your brown hair in lone I deck,
I kiss the bust as a baby porringer.
As day follows night I trust in you!
Live in my dim eyes if your are true
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