SONNET 624
By JH Sayyar
Face expresses what you have in coreO Bright Lady, A mirror of your eye
Your wrinkles, your mood others’ door
To enter in your simple heart as a spy
Pain and pleasures shine on the clock
As from sorrowful hearts water flows
Eyes see not in flowers canker shock
But slowly and slowly canker grows
O Rose the canker of your being I find
The canker of your beauty rose is lust
For lust to everyone you are more kind
I do love you but in you I have no trust
Lust canker lives in beauty canker rose
Bad actions behind when someone goes
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