Immad Haider Ali Poetry

Somehow I've been blinded,
by the sunshine glow of your smile.
The leaves rustle to match your soft laugh.
As I hold you close I whisper,
"There is only you."
I have only you;
I have only the world.
The wind blows my hair to match your sigh.
You look up at my face and shake your head,
leaning closer to my ear you correct me,
"There is only us."

Poet: Amber Scodras