Full Moon Under Oak Tree At Qurfes (A Love Story) Poem by Mohammad Yousef

Beneath the ancient arms of the oak,
where roots weave stories into the earth,
a silver orb hangs low in the velvet sky,
casting whispers of light upon the world,
each beam a delicate thread,
stitching hearts together,
in the quiet of Qurfes.

She arrived like a breeze,
with laughter that danced on the night air,
her silhouette framed by the moon's embrace—
a soft glow illuminating the shadows
that played coy at the edge of the grove,
where secrets and dreams intertwined.

He stood, a sentinel of this sacred place,
the oak his witness, the stars his audience,
his heart a wild drum, beating
to the rhythm of her presence,
the way she twirled,
leaves whirling in her wake,
a fleeting moment stretched into eternity.

Time paused,
as if the universe held its breath,
and in that stillness,
they spoke with glances,
with the soft brush of fingertips—
the electric spark of possibilities,
the unspoken promise of what could be,
echoing in the hollow of the night.

The moon, a guardian above,
bathed them in its tender glow,
illuminating the path of their entwined fates,
the oak standing proud and resolute,
cradling their laughter, their secrets,
as if it too understood the weight of love,
the beauty of vulnerability,
the strength in surrender.

Beneath its sprawling limbs,
they carved initials into the bark,
a mark of their existence,
a testament to the moment when time stood still,
and the world outside faded away,
leaving only the pulse of their hearts,
the gentle rustle of leaves in the night breeze,
the distant call of an owl,
a serenade to their burgeoning bond.

With every shared breath,
the night unfolded like a scroll,
revealing the stories of lovers past,
the laughter of joy, the tears of longing,
woven into the fabric of this sacred ground,
where the oak stood sentinel,
a timeless witness to love's dance.

As the moon climbed higher,
casting its silver spell,
they surrendered to the magic of the night,
lost in the warmth of each other's gaze,
where dreams mingled with reality,
and the sky whispered promises,
that love, like the oak,
rooted deep, would withstand the seasons,
would flourish under the watchful eyes of the cosmos.

And so, under the full moon at Qurfes,
they found each other,
in the hush of the night,
with the oak as their witness,
they sealed their hearts in the light,
two souls entwined,
a love story written in the stars,
echoed in the whispers of leaves,
and forever etched in the silence of the moonlit grove.