Your name means fortunate Yet you live an unfortunate life Behrouz, go to sleep Quit wasting your breath
You talk as if you are going somewhere You never move. I am tired Behrouz. I am not in the mood.
Love Is Like
Love is like a Persian miniature Frozen pose… she looks down to him from her castle window He looks up to her on his white horse… her brave soldier – her hero Paint a pretty picture Let our love look like this forever….
I sleep to dream of love like this…
Our love is like a pomegrante Bitter, sweet, and sour in one taste It takes forever to peel apart It takes forever to prepare Sometimes I think my eyes are bigger than my stomach I think I can eat it all… but I am already full and tired half way there.
I waited so long, I imagined the taste Finally my hard work has paid off You are set there before me, perfectly prepared My mouth watered waiting…
You took too long. I must go now…. I apologize if you rot.