Love

At that moment you were hugged

The House of Station

If the warmth of the tone penetrated into

Tone out of the shade, took to the sun

If your skin tremors had a secret

And hugs, the line of the book

And that kiss, had no hot of cravings

That burned out of enthusiasm, not from wheezing

If the chest is on the chest.

And the name of God was named

It is romantic and clean.

Neither playing, nor contaminated dust

That every tone was assisted by

Not physically, who was caught

Take the cradle

In that swing, starry

Lipper fashed into the lips innocent

Human beings, but shelter

Craving because it is steam, warm and decay

Love

Craving

That it will be overwhelmed

But love, because it is in your tone

To every moment, your passion is meant

The bodybuilder burn to attend

Not the fault of the body, the mercy and the intelligence

Is the god of that attachment if

That naked down your life, not sleep

#behnammohtarami #