I penned poems for the one I\'d adore,
Then came Fatima, who stole my core.
With eyes I named a \"killer breeze,\"
Her gaze brought my heart to ease.
In silence, I’ve held this one-sided flame,
She entered my world, forever changed my name.
Though her magic draws me near,
I stand afar, bound by fear.
Her presence lingers, one in a billion,
Yet I’m too weak to look into her eyes,
But I know, respect must guide my pace,
Her consent—my heart’s saving grace.
If not love, a lesson will grow,
In history, this poem will glow.