Fettered Fancy

by Rana Junaid Mustafa Gohar

 

I love to be fanged by,

Thy lips, thine and my!

O lady! O sly! O shy!

I die to lie thy,

Side by, you and I,

Up in the love sky.

But then! Then a sudden cry,

And a tear slide by, my eye.

You fly far and high,

Fly far but nigh.

Saying no good bye,

Thee, O butterfly, why?

How hard I try,

Never would I enjoy,

Thy face my side by,

But the baby boy,

Whose joys, personify,

The cries of you and I.

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