maryam kazmi (England)
I never was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet
Her face, it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete
My face turned pale, as deadly pale
My legs refused to walk away
And when she looked, how could i fail?
My life and all seemed to turn to clay
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away
The trees and bushes around the place
Seemed midnight at midday
I could not see a single thing
Words from my eyes did start
They spoke as chords do from the string
And blood burnt around my heart
Are flowers the winters choice?
Is loves bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not loves appeals to know
I never saw so sweet a face
As that i stood before
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more
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