SONNET 626
By JH Sayyar
Show not tender parts in lightGlowing more in the dark pit
You give love to a evil sight;
Catches on the bed without hit
Gold shines; peoples dig it out
Mars beauty with a cruel hand
The diggers those who shout!
When lust prevails like sand!
Mend your ways; think in lone
Beauty like a rose dies in terms
Listen to my sighs when I moan
When lust grows; grows germs!
O Lady Come: you can restore!
Your lost beauty more and more
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