Love Before Judge

[Sonnet No. – 22]

To judge, forbade her eyes,

She said only to love.

Her eyes sprinkled dyes.

Leaving parrot, searching for Dove.

Laughed, putting gums on display,

That music was like moon.

Stealthily entered my cottage clay.

I forgot to judge soon.

“Who appointed you judge?”

She asked me, confusing me.

I felt, that’s not fudge.

Her views rushed me like bee.

My judge entities sometimes bellow,

But my love entity doesn’t allow.