Cleopatra Poem by Naveed Khalid

Cleopatra



O! in what capacity of royal blood I write,
That you'd find worthy of thy perusal;
And to Her Majesty, the Queen,
My humble request is in lack of words,
Dress'd-up in her thoughts, my mind
Of less wit than her feet in my rhyme;
Which if for thy honour's sake be made
A garland of my head, in my heart,
sweet maid, I'll find myself no less than a King.

(C)Naveed Khalid

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Date: Saturday, January 19,2013 2: 59: 27 PM

The Word, "my love" replaced with "sweet maid".

Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: blood,blood donor
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