love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Halima.
In the northern sun she walked alone, grace in steps like winds well known. Skin like bronze, with desert’s hue, eyes that held the skies so blue. A lens was raised by foreign hand, a man who came from distant land. He saw not just a fleeting face, but timeless beauty, strength, and grace. Her smile was light, her silence deep, a song the stars would choose to keep. He clicked, then paused, his heart now stirred, for no lens could frame his whispered word. So he wrote with trembling pen, a poem he'd read again and again. "Halima," he said, "you shine so bright, you turn the heat of noon to night. Though worlds apart, i now belong to you, the muse of every song." And in her gaze, he found his way, a love that words could not betray.
By Chris Liberty about a year ago in Poets
