Her fragrance of oud, a match for her majestic elegance
But her lower eyelid, beautifully lined with kohl, like a dam holding back her tears,
on the verge of overflow,
Her radiant smile remained intact, in denial
“Have you seen one smile and cry?” she asked
That smile, though weakened by her tears, still radiated a light that outshone the sun’s rays on today’s noon
Her irises, colored like the northern lights, floated above a river of tears
I felt her pain, but never could I understand
Love and despair, an unfair pair
I knew she struggled, burdened with care
I wished to ease her pain and take it away
But all I could do was fly
Photo by Louis Galvez on Unsplash
Photo by Anton Khmelnitsky on Unsplash
P.S.: this poem was improved using ChatGPT. Neat, no?