Love Is Like A Poppy Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

In the garden where the poppies bloom,
Whispers of longing weave through the gloom.
Love, a potion, sweet and divine,
An opiate dream, where hearts intertwine.

With petals of crimson, the heart takes flight,
An addiction that dances in soft moonlight.
It twines through the soul, a silken embrace,
A beautiful chaos, a bittersweet grace.

Like opium's hold, it lingers and clings,
A heady elixir that makes the heart sing.
In the depths of our yearning, we find both the thrill,
Of passion's sweet pain, and the void that it fills.

Yet in platonic realms, where friendships ignite,
Love's gentle caress brings warmth in the night.
With laughter and solace, a bond that we share,
A healing connection, a breath of fresh air.

Oh, love is a poppy, both vibrant and frail,
A journey of longing, where hearts can prevail.
Through healing and heartache, we learn and we grow,
In the garden of love, where our true selves can show.

So let us embrace this addiction so real,
With all of its beauty, its depth, and its zeal.
For in every heartbeat, in every soft sigh,
Love is the poppy that blooms in the sky.