A Valentino Love Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of Motley's house her musings o'er the dale
some scope this world too shall find,
away from e'ery departed look in your sleeves
of old rut, half-so ill distempered brain,
weary with toil my day's work expires,
needest no charms to count I in prayers
thy blessings more
than what the stars in secret influence comment:
thy most high deserts in rosemary garden,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown;
that tolls the bell at my door of unnerved blood in vein,
of eyes so blind in reverse re-flexion
such darling insights to thee suffice beside the oak,
ere in silent hours of soliloquy, bereaved of light
many a woe-begone days to my shipwrecked dreams,
of eclipsed doom to bloody tyrant time,
a horse-on-saddle at his knee touched the ground
against the harvest moon more bright,
her stumbled feet under the Archangel's brow.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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