My love in perfect ceremony stands apart,
Full rich content of thought's graceful ease,
Doth steal from cheerful morn her summer's prime;
And by ill-effect of false reflection I behold
Through e'ery fig leaf upon the golden bough,
Oft leaves me in dismay that waking star!
Of wanton looks her eyes twice removed from the world,
Ere this far-fetched sky upon a barbed wire:
Ah, by fair means foul, faltered beauty of thy mind
To image forth in white bier to brave thine eye,
Hath turned all black in fair form's gentle grace,
Double-dark's ransom paid by two lovers dead,
More sweet to illumine in nature's cold repose,
That all praise be thine, yet mine be the woe.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Friday, June 27,2014 3: 23: 18 PM
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