My Fair Lady Poem by Naveed Khalid

The fabric of that subtle thought I deny,
which to mind's eye still
holds perfect ceremony of words
to unending line, oft so blurred;
and I can ne'er know what is in the mind,
that by what I write goes blind,
the adobe of a dream,
has not enough wits to prove
I am lost in thought of thee,
too deep for woe,
thy love to understand,
a woman is a complex affair.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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