Of youth's age-old love that grows e'ermore
Than in time's measured breath I count,
Be of world's infinite blessings;
And beauty's fair face in timeless treasure abound,
Has but no mortal look in the mirror to hide
From what oft in breathless rhyme fades away,
That I hear you sing of eternal silences;
Of unsaid words too dear in winter cold,
Too soon will settle on thy brow so fair,
Lord of my vassalage! Merry Merry Christmas!
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Sunday, December 22,2013 4: 06: 29 PM
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