On His Metaphysics Poem by Naveed Khalid

On His Metaphysics



When in my mind I think on thee,
that by thought thyself alone;
and thy beauty's argument more sweet
than in love I love thee so;
but would still be in lack of words,
else what to a fool is all evident,
except you that of nothing real,
not least in verse be revealed.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor
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