Melancholy Poem by Naveed Khalid

On Raptures of Sight)

That fair youth whose pulse still runs through my vein,
His golden hair, so thinly wrapped around my head;
His smile, a bubble burst in early morn,
When in summer stole a look through my bed;
His love of cold repose by waking hour
Had all princely steps in a midnight dream;
and before sunset behind the mirror,
A dark red line emerged from cupid's eye,
Until a kiss of orange sky made wither,
See! a fiery flame of those blushed roses,
that in garden grow under the bower,
Measured by a thousand mile's walk back home, die!

(C) Navedd Khalid

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