The Rockstar And The Beautiful He Loved (Book One) From Rockstar Series ❤️❤️ Poem by MD Ehteshaam Amman

**The Rockstar and the Beautiful He Loved**

Under the burning lights of a restless stage,
He wore thunder like a crown.
Crowds screamed his borrowed name,
But silence was his only sound.

Guitars cried in silver strings,
Drums beat like a rebel heart,
He gave the world his wildest songs—
Yet felt himself fall apart.

Then she stood beyond the spotlight,
Soft as a moon in June,
Eyes that held a quieter music,
A far more honest tune.

She never chased his fame-lit fire,
Nor bowed to the roaring sea;
She saw the boy behind the star—
The one he used to be.

While cities chanted for his voice,
And cameras stole his flame,
She whispered love in simple words
That never asked his name.

He wrote her into every lyric,
Between each line of pain,
A secret woven in his chords
Like sunshine after rain.

For she was art without applause,
A melody untold—
The only truth he ever kept
In a world he always sold.

And when the curtains finally fell,
And echoes faded low,
He held the beautiful he loved—
The only stage he chose.

Because the loudest hearts still long
For hands that feel like home.
Even rockstars need a love
That lets them just be known.