I am writing to you dear whatever comes to my mind.
I am writing the shout which is jailed in my chest.
I am writing it in the hope of reading by you, seeing by you.
I am writing it to be tasted by you. To understand it, I wish you adore it…
By the way have you red it yet? Do you have any idea? Have you visited my page by now? How it is look like? How do I write?! …you know it, I am stranger with this language, and my mother language is some other language. My feeling is conveying hardly in English. My metaphor and ironies are not perfect :) I can’t seek for a ryme.
Oh, No dear, doesn’t matter!
The matter is Love. It leads me up to here, yes it pulled me into this point and I am sure it will take me to myself. It will lead me to reach to real love, to Him.
It’s long time that the life is teaching me the alphabet in this way, in this regulation.
Love is magically strong. Love is stronger than you, than me. Love could make a producer such as producer of Cinema Paradiso. It could make an actress like Shaghayegh Joodat to shout bravely in scene “I LOVE YOU” with all her sense. Molavi is the famous poet in west by Love of Shams. Why to go far for bringing an example from big people…
Simply here! I know people who are miles away from home to chase a hope, to chase a love…
