When e'ery fair face that I behold
in summer's prime,
and with disdainful look her eyes
I most despise,
of vile words such thought that grow
and wither in time's waste,
unlooked for love my mind,
that in age-old visage hide
all the panorama of this world,
oft unattended by waking hour,
has made my old days anew,
long forgotten in the fabric of daydreams.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Wednesday, March 19,2014 8: 08: 13 PM