A Journey Through Three Hearts Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A.Yousef

First love was sweet,
like the taste of summer,
warm sun filtering through rustling leaves,
innocent giggles caught in a breeze,
first whispers behind the bleachers,
hands brushing against each other,
sky full of unreal dreams,
where promises floated like cotton candy,
and every heartbeat felt
like magic.

But time, that tricky trickster,
slipped in quietly,
softly, like rain on a Sunday.
Suddenly, what was gold turned to dust;
a smile faded, a laughter broke.
And there I stood,
wearing the echoes of laughter
on days that felt so long ago,
the bitter taste of goodbyes
lingering in my chest.

Second love was the wild wind,
a rush that pulled me in,
spinning like a tornado
of late-night talks and shared playlists,
but also shadows in the quiet.
We painted the walls with dreams,
each moment a splash of color,
until colors ran together,
blurring outside the lines,
and hearts tangled in a thunderstorm
of misunderstandings—
passion like fire, then
embers that burned out too soon.

So, I found myself once more,
a heart patched on all sides,
ready for what might come.
Third love arrived like dawn,
soft and golden,
filling the spaces
between breaths—
less about sparks,
more a warm glow.
With shared coffees and lazy mornings,
where silence was never awkward,
but the soft weight of comfort,
two souls on a familiar path,
building a home—

each love a chapter,
starting sweet, spinning wild,
then rounding into a gentle embrace.
Now, I weave these moments together,
a tapestry of laughter and lessons,
pausing to say out loud:
Love is a journey, not just a destination.
Each heart I held added to the story,
and in each goodbye, I learned to grow,
ready to open up wider,
because in this heart of mine,
there is always room for more.