Overflow Me With Desire

This man believes he has found his love. "My Love", excerpted below, is his expressoin of that belief:

I picked you out from among hundreds of flowers
In my chest, I threw a celebration of your love.
For the ending point of loneliness,
Yours was the only name I called.
My Love.

Talk and with the purity of the springs
Overflow me with desire.
With your hands form a ring of flowers
And toss it around my neck.

If out of skepticism
I am cool to humans
You caress my hads
For they have been cold for a long time.

From: Farzin's "My Love" (Eshghe man")