Venus I Poem by Naveed Khalid

Love has but a cruel heart,
and no more I can bear
the burden of thy yoke;
nor the ploughman in his field,
by the sun will work to land;
but this cross that I carry
with a heavy heart,
must yield to me, my love
of yellow bees in the bower,
is hid in myrtle's golden brow:
that moon of madness,
hung aloft the night.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Saturday, January 19,2013 2: 57: 54 PM

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