Her Looks Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A. Yousef

If beauty could speak,
it would whisper softly,
a gentle breeze through sunlit leaves,
each word a brushstroke on the canvas of her being.

Her hair, a cascade of silk,
the color of midnight's embrace,
undulating like the waves at dusk,
each strand a story untold,
framing her face in shadows and light,
a halo spun from stars,
capturing the essence of dreams.

Her eyes, twin galaxies,
deep and endless,
where cerulean skies meet emerald forests,
holding the secrets of the universe—
one glance can ignite the heart,
a spark that dances like fireflies
on a warm summer's eve.

Lashes, like delicate petals,
curling with the grace of a swan in flight,
sweep the air,
casting spells of enchantment,
while a gaze, fierce yet tender,
can unravel the tightest knots of despair,
drawing forth laughter like a sunbeam,
and painting the world anew.

Her lips, a soft curve of promise,
the blush of dawn's first light,
parting to reveal a smile,
that ripples through the fabric of time,
each word a melody,
a soothing balm for weary souls,
or a tempest that stirs the heart to dance,
inviting chaos and delight in equal measure.

Skin, kissed by the sun,
a tapestry woven with the threads of twilight,
each freckle a constellation,
mapping the universe of her journey,
and when she moves,
grace flows like water,
a symphony of motion—
the very air holds its breath,
captivated by her presence.

In the way she carries herself,
there is a quiet strength,
a softness wrapped in resolve,
as if the earth itself bows,
acknowledging the beauty of resilience,
the power of a woman who knows her worth,
who wears her scars like badges of honor,
each a testament to battles fought and won.

Her beauty speaks not just in form,
but in essence,
in the laughter that erupts like spring,
in the kindness that flows like a river,
in the wisdom that dances in her gaze,
reminding us that true allure
is a symphony of heart and spirit,
a harmony that transcends
the mere surface of sight.

If beauty could talk,
it would tell of her,
a timeless echo in a fleeting world,
a reminder that every glance,
every moment shared,
is an invitation to witness—
the poetry that is her being,
a masterpiece that walks among us,
alive, breathing,
a celebration of life itself.