The Poetry of You

You walk, and the world slows down,

As if the earth itself leans in—

Listening, watching,

Afraid to miss even a second of your grace.

The wind carries your name,

Soft syllables woven in its breath.

Even the sun waits before it sets,

Just to trace your golden silhouette.

Your eyes hold the sky’s deepest hues,

Blue like an endless summer dream,

Or brown like the earth after rain,

Rich, warm, full of secrets untold.

Your laughter is music,

Not just a song, but a symphony—

A melody that lingers long after it's gone,

Dancing in the silence like fireflies at dusk.

Your voice, a river that soothes the soul,

Soft ripples on a quiet shore.

Every word you speak is a verse,

Every silence, a poem yet to be written.

The moon envies your glow,

For even in the dark, you shine.

No jewel, no star could ever compare,

To the light you carry within.

You are not just beautiful,

You are art, you are wonder,

A masterpiece painted by time,

And I, forever, your silent admirer.