SONNET 631
By JH Sayyar
O Rose I trust in your wild eyesMore than coral red rosy cheeks
Your soft and pink lips, just cries
Your false promise peace tweaks
I advise you to leave slut fellows
Turn face to heaven; select hell
My Muse seed your lust grows!
Day by day to ring a death bell!
You deceived me in a fine way!
As a chameleon eats on the air!
Looks swallowed none; a prey!
My eyes leer at your job-glare!
O Fair! Your beauty; not season
Your lust has marred my reason
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