All English Sonnets
( In BULLE SHAH’S strain)
Yes, I shall shed the tears in His presence
But never let Him know my many woes
The racking sobs and unintended throes
Of agony will test His silent patience
The balance in which love is put and weighed,
Should not be used to weigh the lifeless gold,
For love is something never bought or sold,
But given or accepted or conveyed.
The nature of fire and love is the same.
The fire is easily extinguished with water
But tears of lovers can not tame
The fire of love. They make it even brighter.
Yes I shall weep but never ever speak,
And let the tears tumble down my cheek.