yasaman johari, i love you my dear.

i do not know you or the life you lead,

but i love you my dear.

i have been stressed like many in this life

death was my friend, beyond an entertaining idea

and you were an angel of godly intention,

you were an intimate poetic connection.

I do not live in a war torn nation;

not one of bombs of high flying creations.

i was stressed, of human emotion.

i was stressed, of inhuman devotion.

you became my kite in a windless city

you became my dream of a world within me.

i cannot express in words

what your words did for me.

i can only share what i write now,

if only because of you.