He, the embodiment of poetic living.
I've heard that gazes upon him bloom with deep admiration,
In his city, they linger, days spent in quiet fascination.
They say he walks with shadows of enigmatic ties,
Those who seek his company, willingly jeopardize.
In his eyes, I'm told, pain's silent tears reside,
Thus, by his street, we stroll, our hearts cannot hide.
A passion for verse and poetry he fervently espouses,
We too revel in the magic of words, as our love arouses.
When he speaks, it's said, blossoms fall from his tongue,
Let's engage in discourse, where love's song is sung.
At night, the moon's constant gaze he does ensnare,
Stars descend from the heavens to tenderly declare.
Butterflies dance in daylight's sweet embrace,
While fireflies gather in the night, their love's trace.
More beautiful than dawn, his presence a divine sight,
Admired like twilight's shadow, in the soft moonlight.
His ebony eyes, they whisper catastrophe's name,
We watch as he sells kohl, hearts aflame with the same.
From his lips, they say, roses are set aflame,
Accusations of chaos and passion, he bears no shame.
His forehead, a mirror, reflecting purity's grace,
Those with hearts unburdened, find their sacred place.
One glance, and the caravan of my heart was thieved,
Travelers too dare to dream, in his love, we believed.
They say paradise's path lies along his street,
Miracles witnessed by all, where lovers' hearts beat.
When he stays, the planets align with his desire,
When he departs, the world stands still, hearts on fire.
Though stories and dreams entwine in this lore,
With understanding, we decipher, love's essence we explore.
