She knew
Swallows would come in spring time
She went to college
she studied and was taught
then she understood
swallows would come in spring time
she became a Sufi
and practiced mysticism
then she understood
swallows would come in  spring time
she became a master
and finally  God revealed to her
swallows would come in spring time

Kneeled me down on insanity
Her gravity
Her gravity
Held  my dreams in captivity  
Her gravity
Her gravity
Jumped me from sanity
Her gravity
Her gravity
Both comedy and tragedy
Her gravity
Her gravity
Gave my sins a divinity
Her gravity
Her gravity
Rhythm and melody
Her gravity
Her gravity
Her gravity
Her gravity

And then one day
love comes again
when she's least expected
when she's not meant to be felt
that day you stand aside
holding your heart in your both hands
feeling sorry for it
and indifferently
let her pass

Empty dreams
Empty hopes
a piece of courtship
unclosed
yes, I love you
said the lady
Yes, I still
Said he
he was married
she knew it
she was about to
he knew it
will it last?(our love he meant)
Forever
She replied
" But you leave me"
"Forever "
you loved my letters
said he
I still do
Said she
"You are shivering"
"No touches"
"But you clinch"
"Not forever"
"Coldness will come"
" I'm not a home –breaker"
"Will you love him?"
"I will try"
"Does he call your name like I do?"
"No one does"
"Dose he call you my Tinkerbell?"
"No one dose"
"I should leave now"
"Let me get dressed"
"Will it last?"
"I guess so"
"I changed my mind let's spend a night"
"No touches"
"I promise"

You passed
And from your footstep
My Idol started to grow
A girl
Its clay of star dust
Its tress made of the curl of dreams
And a mouth
which I taught it nothing
But I love you
And it does not know that I used to sacrifice the child of true love for you
For that reason there's no blood running beneath her feet

You still pass
And you are visible through the window of dreams at times
I do not know why I still look at you
And I watch your footsteps with
A deep regret of a kiss
I believe
footsteps are more closer to you

I wish your emptiness were not mine as your cuddling was not
I wish your parting were not mine as your coming was not
I wish your sorrow were not mine as your happiness was not
I wish the coldness of your being away were not mine as the warmth of your ******* was not
I wish the stabbing nails of jealousy were not mine as your tender hands were not
And I wish your beauty, your being like an angel and your being this good
had never met my eyes

there is this girl
she's my pencil
her heart is my pencil tip
her eyes are my sharpener
once I broke her heart
and all my poetry left undone