My Beloved, the dreams moan in my head crying realities
When emotion became an outcast, confusion it only creates
In the craze of delight
A secret blessing awakens fountains of passion
Polishing the mirrors of souls,
dusted by accumulated pain.
Clouds traveling with extended hands,
carrying warmth to the icy space
A Love breeze is blown
Gently touching your face
Whispering in your ears
You’re never alone
The letter leaks from the veins
Pounding pulse in the ink
Traveling faster than the wind
In the daze of a happy moment,
The moon dances, celebrating Love
The heart departs the chest,
Like a golden falcon longing for sunlight
Gliding on the beloved land
Dear Elham
Your words fall like a sudden rain … On the dryness of thirsty land… Bringing to life … flowers of passion …Forming gardens and gardens … to fill the space in my soul … Building a heaven inside.
Thanks for your beautiful words … Thanks for being a romantic poet.