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Showing posts with label Breath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Breath. Show all posts

Looking For the Man Who Knows the Pleasant Song of Love

She knows he is out there somewhere. She may not have seen him yet, but she will recognize him for sure. How?

  • He calls her with the pleasant song of love;
  • He does for her what the touch of the dew does to the flower;
  • He frees her from her 100-year jail sentence;
  • He is intimate with her body the way the rain is with the lawn;
  • He is tender the way night's tears are to a lonely lover;
  • He has the breath of spring in his chest;
  • He can be the dawn of sun;
  • He can be that rare jewel for the ring of love

From Marjan's "Who Called On To Me?" (Ki Seda Kard Mano)

Every Breath I Take

He has been away on a trip. And she can't wait to see him again:

The dearest present for me
Would be the dust off your shirt
Seeing and smelling you again
Would be my re-birth.
My wanting you
Is not just from whim or desire.
You are my re-birth,
I want you for my breath.

From Shakila/Hayedeh's "Present" (Soghati)