A Kiss On Forehead Erases Worry Poem by Mohammad Yousef

In the quiet stillness of a moment,
where time gathers its whispers,
I find you,
standing like a gentle breeze,
your presence a balm,
a promise woven in the air.

Your lips, soft as the dawn,
descend upon my forehead,
a sacred touch,
a tenderness that speaks louder than words,
a language only our hearts understand.

In that fleeting brush,
the weight of the world lifts,
like heavy clouds parting for the sun,
the worries that clung,
like shadows at dusk,
dissolve into the ether,
leaving behind only light.

For in that kiss,
there is magic,
the kind that erases the jagged edges
of uncertainty,
that smooths the furrows of anxiety,
that quiets the storm raging within.

It is a promise of protection,
a vow that says,
you are safe here,
in this cocoon of warmth,
where love wraps around us
like a soft, woven blanket,
where the chaos of life
melts into stillness.

Each kiss, a spell,
cast against the backdrop of our dreams,
a reminder that we are not alone,
that even in the darkest nights,
the stars still glimmer,
and hope lingers,
like the scent of jasmine
on a summer's eve.

Let the world spin,
let the storms howl,
for I have you,
and you have me,
and with every press of your lips,
the worries fade,
a tapestry unraveled,
each thread a release,
until only peace remains,
and in that sacred space,
we breathe,
we heal,
we exist,
together,
undaunted,
unfettered,
by the weight of tomorrow.

So kiss me again,
on the forehead,
and let the worries scatter,
like leaves in the autumn breeze,
for in your love,
I find my haven,
a sanctuary where
no worry can linger,
only the promise of us,
ever bright,
ever free.