Fields of Fate and Whispers of Love
A romantic poem born in the heart of nature, where love blossoms among fields and dreams take flight with song.
By Ali Sadeek AhmedPublished 9 months ago • 1 min read
By Ali Sadeek
Amid the fields, my fate drew near
Like water flowing, calm and clear
To quench the thirst of crops in need
And plant within my soul a seed
Life called to me: “Awake, arise!”
As night withdrew from dawning skies
A bride of dreams appeared so bright
To bless my heart with gentle light
“How are you now?” she softly said
While love’s own whisper filled my head
I blushed and stammered, thoughts unsure
No words could heal what I endured
Yet chained by awe, my smile was free
My face lit up with reverie
She caught my joy and with a glance
Returned my soul’s first trembling dance
“No need to shy away from me
Sing all the songs that set you free
You are the poet, born to weave
The tales that dreamers still believe”
My heart then danced, my tongue found voice
In hymns that made the winds rejoice
“You are my love, my verse, my tide
The myth where all my truths reside”
What more could I, a poet, say?
You filled my heart in every way
So let us sing, let love reveal
Its words through fields and songs that heal
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Ali Sadeek Ahmed
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By Ali Sadeek Ahmed9 months ago in Poets
Comments (3)
Beautiful and well written!!!
Such a beautiful, heartfelt poem! It captures the quiet awakening of the soul and the power of love and creativity. The flow is gentle yet profound, like a quiet song that heals.
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