Me, too, can speak not of what I deny thee most,
That of silence in effect to prevail o'er infinitesimal blessings;
Than by what I write of ages that are dead
To hardly think of this world through e'ery pouring shadow,
More bright to illumine, my love, of eyes so blind,
Uneclipsed of e'ery fair from thy fairest brow!
Where oft I my light hath spent in vain words to prove it,
Which to my mind still more blessed by thought alone,
Of unhindered scope, alas, but to desecrate thine holy eyen,
I fain would bring to the page of wanton tapestry at thy throne.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Saturday, September 27,2014 11: 35: 00 AM
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