Awakening Poem by Naveed Khalid

My love that in fair aspect of cold respose
But desires increase of thy most high deserts;
Where least I find such darling insights, to thee suffice
Against all odds, all vicissitudes of the sky,
More bright than what through my forfeited dark
You illumine the world by thy fairest brow,
Of wanton looks so fair, my mind, ere thine unweird eye:
Away from e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind,
My tongue-tied Muse to my sightless view
Holds a mirror that shows not half thy part;
And e'ery single hour to that day of another rent,
Not least to claim that waking star in winter cold,
A fair face needs no light that by light more blessed
Than I write to thee of worthier-pen born in darkness of the night.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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