94. I know from where the breeze is coming,

SONNET 94

By JH Sayyar
I know from where the breeze is coming,
It comes from Ohio touching your cheek,
Therefore my heart to you soon is fleeing,
In all worldly din my poor love you seek!
When the breeze comes from the blue sky,
It is my Mistress’ fragrance hair drops,
All serpentine rivers fill with water die!
All earthly creatures, does not rain stops!
Cupid steels your face beauty and grace,
All jungle deer follow your dancing gait,
Your blazing eyes cowards cannot face!
All jealous when you do give me a date

Your pink breasts when I suck in my kip,
How much crazy my Cupid’s Lips’ Grip