As i sat
On a petal
for awhile
I'm glad
Of the world
Wherever i may be

A rose is obliged
To have a thorn
As companion.

It can make one bend over backwards
Lost little words spin around in haze
What one says may differ from what one does

These strange new emotion are simply-
Something you don't mess with!

"This" and "That". How can an outsider comprehend?
Unusual events follow through.
Is this bizarre-ness worth fighting for?

Rose petals float gentle with the breeze.
A warm passion shared between two.
Heart racing, palms sweating-
How can one think properly?

Love. A single and final word that can mean so much.
Yet another love poem quietly drips on this page...

You may act
As our rose-bush
And grow for our sake

تا نباشی قطره . دریا چون شوی
تا نه ای گم گشته . پیدا چون شوی






If you refuse to be a drop
You can't become a deep sea
And if you aren't lost
You won't be found

she's addicted to his "I'm sorry's."

There has always been you
There has always been me
There has always been us

Every smile is
Every tear is hidden behind a Band-Aid heart

She flew into my heart like a dove,
and left a mark like an earthquake.
One day I was writing poems about love,
the next, I’m writing about heartbreak.

Your gaze stays with me
as I reflect deeply
on our brief encounter,
nestled between setting sun
and break of dawn.

On the wings of lust
we burned away
the hours of night,
peeling back layers
of entrapped pain,
alive with pleasure

setting one or another free
in a sea of  love.

If you could agree,
Dear One,
to let that love,
as vast as the ocean,
like a wave
land upon my shores
again and again...

I would show you
How deep and far
these waters reach