Wild, Wild Poem by Naveed Khalid

This world of what I write to my love so blind,
bereft of e'ery look that by looks more bright
than if from a bowl of stars you drink;
away from out of sight that to my mind still,
of another rent at midnight lease in waking hour;
pours forth in e'erything to that day of unaltered eye,
a man of all seasons that of wanton tapestry at thy throne:
needest no light in dismal shades of age-old grey;
uneclipsed of e'ery fair from thy fairest brow,
oft in three beats of my heart's forfeited dark,
tolls the bell at my door in the early morn.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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