Master Poem by Naveed Khalid

Methought no fair aspect in winter cold,
that to my mind still
of white bier to brave thine holy eyen;
against this world of waking hour,
wide awake from deep inside, my love,
of e'ery fair from thy fairest brow!
ere in the morning dew her eyes be wet,
more bright to illumine at sunset of the evening sky:
than what the stars in secret influence comment,
I most my heart hath fed in nurslings of immortality,
Lord of my vassalage, merry, merry christmas!

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Sunday, October 11,2015 2: 12: 43 PM

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