Soul Mate Poem by Naveed Khalid

O! Let me compare thee with the honey-bee,
Or else, if you like, with the Bud of May
That blossoms to the full in summer's day,
Yet withers away into the fresh garden air,
Whilst the busy-bee is on the wings of time there.
So shall I compare thee with Time?
Till thou pass away with my verse to rhyme!
I wonder still thy beauty shall not in words
Be express'd, nor thy smile like the chirping birds
Shall sing for thee in rhyme with me
Whenever I look in thine eyes, full of eternity.
Nay-No, I shall compare thee not with nothing,
For thou art my soul-mate, and not a thing.
But then, I look at myself and thee.
How shall I compare myself with thee?

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: 1/10/2015