When from heaven above, being blind of looks,
and blessed more by light, love and beauty,
I think on thee that more by thought alone,
is unmoved by the world this star-lit sky,
more against the wall be bestowed of ink
than what in verse by the mind I prove;
needst no man's art, nor no man's wit, no less,
oft be thy presence more to eternal bliss;
that in counting prayers I love thee so,
what by wonder works miracles to thine eye,
but which to illumine this dull rhyme I beget,
my lady fair, no work is more beautiful than you.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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