Nothing in the world more true than love,
but that as well by thee no more;
and what in such abandonment I seek
is not thy love, nor hate by more
can fill the page of my broken heart,
for of thy beauty still has some use
that I can learn this unknown art,
which from such studded feelings arise
when all else by the sun hath fled,
except what hath left no scope of creation,
oft upon the page is printed, printed in a starless night.
(C)Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Sunday, March 03,2013 12: 44: 19 AM
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