Where but in my heart you dwell,
at a supreme seat of emotions,
oft express'd in words
by a sensibility of love;
untouch'd by what I least possess,
a pure heaven, a native land of fairies!
but O that stumbl'd feet!
a crowd stampeded the throne,
and a crown in my hands
slipp'd away in dessert sands,
that by counting more in time,
less by light is spent;
for when I write you,
I write you more with love.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Monday, December 10,2012 3: 08: 21 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A highly expressive poem love to read read my poem nd comment stay blessed