(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_