When you love a man he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand and his outline recedes vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world the atmosphere the blue sky and the blue water.
Poetry is life distilled.
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect...
When I first left Iran at the age of 13 Iran had become such a shining star - it was the point to which all my desires and dreams returned.