This love that grows each day anew,
Not still beyond thought of zephyr wings;
That her muse in argument with thee,
Hath brought us to the same old page,
Whence we two parted unawares,
Of another world in secret revelation;
And I wish I could buy you a ring,
Weaved of golden threads in silken satin,
Her atoms of beauty need no man's love;
Nor I can e'er claim I love thee true,
Unless you in such lichens of desire,
Be but more bright in my spilt words.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Tuesday, September 17,2013 7: 59: 45 PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem