Sometimes I shake my heart for no reason ... maybe the breeze is on your side, or maybe your name, which is whispered in my memory.

I want you, not out of desire, nor habit ... I want you because you are not like anyone, because your resemblance is just my dream.

All my nostalgias make your name out of your name; Every disorder I break will be out of your heart.

The world is full of man, full of sound, full of color ... but my eyes only have a house in your eyes.

The more I write, the less. The words are short of your description, lacking in the fragrance.

Sometimes I think, maybe God also wanted to create something like poetry ... and created you.

If the heart is a mirror, you are an immediate image. If John is a garden, you are his usual blossom.

Your smile sometimes looks like rain; It is unaware, you are quiet, calm down.

I want you not like others, but like prayer, like prayer, like good dreams.

You are the quiet sound of my sleepless nights, a light that shows me the way in the dark.

Come unaware, like spring, and no reason, like love ... without asking it or not.

All these moments, all of these words, are the only excuse to say one thing: to miss you, even when you sit in front of me.

If anyone asked why I didn't go, why did I stay, why did I fall in love?
I say: Can he miss the light that warms John?

And now that with you ... has no reason to be except for yourself;
You are the love itself, you are calm, you are the reason for me ...

#behnammohtarami#