I Resort to Cooking

I resort to cooking

To take away my pain

That pain in my heart

Of losing a dear friend


I gather the ingredients

To bake a cake of heart

Set the bowl on top

Get the mixer so I can start


Seven or eight eggs

Separated like us

Honey by the cup

Just like how sweet he was


Some milk, as white as his honesty

A dash of salt

His sense of humor and

How he was so witty


A cup of honor and

a spoon of integrity

To make the cake rise

To the occasion of his memory


The icing made of his intelligence

The filling made of love, passion and brilliance

A rainbow on top

Resembling his tolerance


A few tears rolling down my face

I couldn’t help control even though it’s not the place

The cake is ready, the aroma’s filled the space

But who is to eat this beautiful cake?

Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

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