"antarah" poems
My shy lover,
with her pretentious persona
she feels, but can’t express.
Marshmallow-like beneath her hard shell.
A free bird, yet her thoughts enslave.
She hurts, but never retaliates.
Anxious, yet patient.
Easy to love, harder to decipher.
Not easily in love, yet she makes loving easy.
From a total stranger
to the most familiar.
Even Antarah would be jealous
of my love for her.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 7:16 AM UTC