SONNET 620
By JH Sayyar
In remembrance of my beingO love your heart never to burn
Again to childhood I am fleeing
Today mine tomorrow your turn!
Youth burns like a candle bit by bit
Drops of the candle bottom years
In stopping youth fails our poor wit
At last I find life nothing but tears
Let me live alone with my dreams
They keep me ever young in old age
When I think of your lip’s beams
I have capture all in the line-cage
Look in the glass; you do look old!
Look into my eyes; young and bold
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