Mundane Poem by Naveed Khalid

Of such sweet absence from the world my love,
needest no witness in thy name to prove thee virtuous,
that outnumbers the hand that writ this embassage;
And by whose worthier pen in winter cold,
this mirror that shows not half thy part,
away from what you hide from eternals,
hath rent a star at Christmas Eve!
My double-dark to illumine through e'ery pouring shadow,
that man by whose arrow, we two shall victim be;
of same old facade, flawed in e'erything,
unlooked for love my Lord's light to the end of aeon,
under the Archangel's brow, darkly lit in thy abode.

(C) Naveed Kkhalid

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