On Poet's Self Poem by Naveed Khalid

This is not love that by love you deny,
Nor what in my thought I can ne'er comprehend,
Hath left no impression of poetry whatsoe'er;
And I feel I am in love, bound by thee,
Not through the imprint of your cynical states,
That oft disrupt my mind to contemplate
Your higher being, most sublime, most beautiful,
Perfectly in harmony with the world,
Unless same as well is writ in my fate
What in false pretense of poetry you love:
Myself and I in your company alone,
Fore'er be but in little desires of such a rhyme.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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