Mere beauty of such looks that haunts the text,
That in thy unattended presence to my eyes so blind,
Oft breaks the dream through e'ery pouring shadow;
This world of what I write to my love,
A false pretense to vague impressions
More real than e'ery flower upon a barren heath
Against the wall on high, above the mantle piece;
Too, but hurts me to think on thee, see the picture!
More bright to illumine ere thine unweird eyen,
I still am looking, looking away from out of sight.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, November 12,2014 2: 25: 57 PM
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