One day, your dark, dense hair will fade into grey,
And those deep, expressive eyes will sink within their frames.
Age will softly etch its wear upon your skin,
And the weariness of countless sighs will gather on your face.
In the relentless currents of life's river, your form will be worn away,
The clay-bound charm of those hennaed hands will dissolve in time.
In the mirror, you will search but find not yourself,
And forget the dreams you once held close and dear.
The one who finds such allure in your face now—
How long till he, too, forgets you, with time and haste?
Someday, perhaps, you'll realize in quiet, drifting thoughts,
Someone, bound by none, loved you beyond all bounds.
Among the crowd, I never sought your youthful grace—
I cherished your heart, your lively, innocent soul.
The one whose heart swells unbidden toward flowers,
Is the one who leaves without a word, snapping the blooms behind.
Those eyes once thrilled by the wings stretched wide,
Now rest still on a bird with broken wings.
I never thought a flowerless vine a weed to cast aside;
Yet, I couldn't turn away the desperate, unparalleled song of the bird.
The worn trappings of worldly dust leave me unaffected,
But the scent of your presence alone holds my adoration.
When all were caught in the enchantment of your beauty's spell,
My heart lay immersed in the truth of you alone.
The devotion I bear for you, I'll hide within, unseen—
And if I grow old with you, may this be my offering.
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Ink-Stained Affection
PoetryDive into a realm of heartfelt poetry where love, longing, and faith intertwine. Each poem captures the beauty of Muslim love stories, weaving emotions of hope, loss, and devotion into verses that touch the soul. Perfect for those who cherish deep c...
