Ode to love

January 14, 2006
iranian.com

the morning returns

with a nocturnal breeze

and a dew sparkles

on my whole being

so, i put my soul

in front of the mirror

and wait for the flowing river

river that comes far from the gardens

gardens beyond the magic reflections

sitting on a porch

on a rainy day

looking at the woods

i am naked

suddenly a thunder

and then, lady of the light

melts me like snow

in the spring time

i am being purified

with the light of love

now my soul flows

through the mountains

and then, the valleys

and the sparkling fountains

and i am happy with:

“love felt but unspoken

..................true love”