My Youth
Was a corner in your bosom
If you endured a moment, I’d find it
You opened your arms for my departure
Maybe you were right
I had become late
Soon or latest, like a bouquet
I should embrace my regret and go to propose
That earthy woman
Who won’t say No
And she will open her arms
And she will take my everything
My every thing
And with no regret
I shall bestow on her everything
Except this eternal regret that stops my mouth
So how can I say I love you
Added: on Thursday, January 8th, 2009 at 8:33 am | Viewed: 429 times, 2 so far today | Comments (2)
Ah, the Iranian poets have a special way of expression that is strongly tied to their culture. This is no exception; it is a thing of breathtaking beauty in the distillation of love from the power of words spoken from the heart—that is what I, the reader, perceives.
Welcome to the site, and best wishes with your ventures in poetry.
art
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January 8th, 2009 at 9:11 am
welcome 2 d site!…………..i always knew dat this place wil rock 1 day……..nd d day has come!……..
so how can i say i love you!………..feel it!…….dats it………u wilnt hav 2 utter anythin
January 8th, 2009 at 4:03 pm
Ah, the Iranian poets have a special way of expression that is strongly tied to their culture. This is no exception; it is a thing of breathtaking beauty in the distillation of love from the power of words spoken from the heart—that is what I, the reader, perceives.
Welcome to the site, and best wishes with your ventures in poetry.
art