Quintessence Poem by Naveed Khalid

(A Tribute To The Queen)

Not least in precise measure to account for love
of thy most high deserts,
where but the scope of things most abounds;
that in thy unattended presence alone,
I find myself away from out of sight,
a shadowless nothing, so off-hand to my mind still,
a false pretense to vague impressions:
oft I seek to write by what I can see not
to that forfeited dark more bright
than e'ery fair from thy fairest brow,
a feathered pen hath writ to thy gracious muse,
twice by far removed from thee my Lord's light.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Friday, November 07,2014 7: 56: 47 PM