Look
(look)
First
Your look came and a quiet fire poured into me
No fire to burn
The fire of the lamp that lit the way of the heart
Your hand reached me
The world was silent for a moment
As if we were not two
We were two travelers for years
They were looking for each other
Love slowly takes root in us
In the laughter in the breath
Near two hearts
who had forgotten the distances.
Your arms became the altar of peace
where body and soul
They were freed from separation
And the prayer kiss was silent
For the arrival of two eager souls
At that moment when love reached its perfection
Neither I stayed nor you
Two names are missing
And only one feeling remained
deliverance
Like a drop lost in the sea
But for the first time
He understands the meaning of being
#Behnam_Mohtarami_
short story