Each time I bring to thee thy face anew,
And from out of world's chaos of cosmos;
But by the sun arise in early morn,
That not a star is hid by veil of night;
Nor my love, by error remov'd from thee,
Which if I've all the riches at thy feet,
Myself nothing more than a speck of light,
Be one such shadow at corner of thine eye
What simply for a moment's glance, behold!
This nature of things in my verse unfold,
More by looks be loved than by loving look
I create this form of thy beauty's book.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Saturday, January 26,2013 10: 36: 38 PM
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