Bloodbath in slaughterhouse

When the queen of seduction challenges
The retired womanizer,
What a scene, if not God's revenge
Certainly a fairytale bizarre.

One collects in her trophy box to
Survive in her unhappy skin and mold;
One discarded this fancy arena to
Argue his case in that other world.

Subject of a hundred secret admirers,
Chasing her picture-perfect frame;
His is only one mistress, solitude
Her name, loneliness of the ultimate.

A butterfly, her colorful
Wings make them fall and moan;
One is a lion, given up the
Kingdom to roam.

She conquers souls like
A ballerina tactician;
He escapes into rules, forgetting
Hearts he's broken, his redemption.

What a coliseum showdown,
When two giants face off;
Master and slave declared,
When the true gladiator finishes off.

Is it her final medicine drink,
Or, the healing he's been longing for;
To uncover secrets, they must bow,
She to her own truth, He to her inner-truth door.

Paradise or inferno, a myth; verdict
Already in, when fired off the gaze;
Punishment or trophy, lovers indulge
In the confusion of its intoxicating haze.

Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

Serena Shim Award
Meet your Persian Love Today!
Meet your Persian Love Today!