92. True love is like a round circle Mary

SONNET 92

By JH Sayyar
True love is like a round circle Mary
Made when two legs of a compass sit,
One the fixed, the other moves very,
Slowly does make the circle most fit.
If the fixed unstable the circle is out,
The moving makes not the circle alone,
Making the circle needs the fixed bout,
The fixed fixes when the moving gone.
You my sweet love the strongest it is,
The moving backs making the round,
Ends from where it does start to kiss,
The moving stronger if the fixed sound.

I promise that we together live and die,
Our union will be on earth or in the sky.