His Face Poem by Barakat Abolade

His Face

Strolling through the city's pulsing heart,
I searched for the one who'd capture mine.
Among the crowd, his face shone bright,
A radiant beacon, elegantly designed.
His smile, a gentle breeze on a summer's day,
Alluring, leaving my heart in disarray.


The bells rang softly, a melodic hue,
My heartbeat echoed, a love-struck refrain.
Tingling sensations danced beneath my skin,
As he strolled by, his smile locking eyes with mine.
But alas, he passed, and my heart skipped a beat,
Leaving me breathless, lost in his fleeting gaze.


Who is this captivating soul, blessed
With divine craftsmanship, a heavenly design?
His face, a masterpiece, chiseled with care,
And a figure that echoes perfection's line.