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Poem: And She Laughed

Poem: And She Laughed 1950 1300 Nadir Keval

Often times, I wonder
what beauty lies behind her smile.
It must be from beyond my pastures
to know what grows when her soul desires.
I look beyond my own flaws,
to see what truly matters.
I look at her, in awe of what I saw,
because her heart leaves all she touches inspired.

At times, I show my self,
a man imperfectly human.
I be myself and trust that she
would embrace me as I am.
Perhaps the most sincere of things
is when she looks at me and smiles.
And when that smiles lifts the edges of her mouth,
bringing a genuine glow to her face,
I hear the most encompassing of sounds,
as she softly laughs from her heart.

And that is what I seek.
A love to give and a love received.
Where come rain or shine,
be the act hers or mine,
laughter would unconditionally sprout
from a lifetime of shared and embraced smiles.

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: True Beauty

Poem: True Beauty 2560 1703 Nadir Keval

They ask me,
“What makes her so beautiful?”

I say,
“Her soul.”

They ask,
“But what of her appearance?”

I say,
“It is given value through her soul.”

They ask,
“What of her mind?”

I say,
“It is but a nomad guided by her soul.”

They ask,
“And what of her faith?”

I say,
“Ah, now that is the question.
It is the water and the sun that nourishes her soul.
It is the strength that flows truth to her ever-loving heart.
It is the soul of her soul.”

They ask,
“Then what matters to you most?”

I smile,
“That her faith be her purpose,
her constant epiphany,
and the essence of her happiness.”

Copyright © Nadir Keval

Poem: Her Description

Poem: Her Description 900 900 Nadir Keval

So,
something just happened to me.
I closed my eyes,
and I saw this vision of beauty.
A sight I had never seen,
and I struggle to put it into words,
but until it becomes my reality,
trying to write it is all I have,
to hope to continue to see…

You.
Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning.
Those are words I could use,
but with you, they are mere letters,
constructed by another,
in hopes to describing his own love.
With you, I need to find my own word.
My heart beats to a tempo,
creating your image in my eyes
with every rhythm creating ripples.
Like rain on barren land,
your image revives my hopes,
in finding love where it was thought to be lost.

Ah, but there is far more than beauty in what makes you,
You.
My soul has been struck,
with an impact that is surely going to leave a mark.
Your serene nature,
faithful, driven, and inspired,
inspires my own drive towards increasing my faith,
so that I may be ready to enter your serenity,
with such ease that it seems natural.

And all I can do is think of
how you are far beyond anything I could comprehend.
Like a man who’s vision has been lost to the darkness
by the experiences life has left him with,
you are that shimmer of light,
bringing me sight,
when it seemed as though I would never see again.

Yet, through all the light you bring into my life,
I remain slightly frustrated,
yet patient.
As much as you will be my blessing,
you are my test now,
my initiation into fulfillment.
I wait to discover my word that will describe you,
but that will only come when I learn your name.

Copyright © Nadir Keval
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