Sonnet Poem by Armagan Aydin

Thou kept little stars shining in thy eyes,
Even more radiant than mortal Sun.
The temperate grace of thine never dies,
Within my heart that thee constantly stun.

I’m drowning in the little stars of thine;
I don’t want to come to surface of stars.
Since I thought those were actually mine,
That’s why I refused to go to the Mars.

But when those eyes deceived me with their charm;
Then only thy grace could vary my zeal.
Since there’s no such thing can do as much harm,
Then no such thing except thy grace can heal.

Say thanks to thy heart that thou did not give;
And now in me, thy eyes will never live.