Ah, of bewitching looks her spell to cast out
From my mind of unnerved blood in vein,
That in ill-omen from a fumbled mouth hath spilled
Such vile words of erased looks to my love so blind
Against that forfeited dark of ages that are dead,
More bright to illumine ere thine unweird eyen:
Than if from a bowl of stars you drink, my deeds to pry,
Ere all the panorama of this world beside, my bed of crimson joy,
Too, soon shall fade from out of the blues in still waters
E'ery fawning bay at my door in dreary night's cold repose
To those who love and in loving depart, my friend,
I fain would bring to the page of thy unattended presence.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Thursday, December 11,2014 2: 59: 39 PM
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