Nicholas Nikolov (April.6,1988 / Toronto)

I've ventured, explored, visited and been

to sensational places, yet none compare to what I've seen

in a most definitive ancient mystic land

where its greatness are legends imbedded in every grain of sand.

With spine-tingling amazement at the splendiferous

beauty indeed, with all eyes gazing the marvelous

extravagance, eloquence and magnificence of Esfahan;

however, what is dear to my heart is the secret love of my swan.

For me, this unheard-of never-before-experienced romantic

aura - each time my eyes lay sight upon her, as our hearts magnetic

passion and affection just burst, when I hear her angelic whisper

as she calls out my name. Imagining I'm never

going to ever be distant

from one another, which is the most significant.

Like the cycle of each wonderful day and charming

night vanishes and reappears my sweet dearest darling.

I'll never forget such fabulously flirtatious crystal-like lustful

blue-golden smoothly rounded domes - so delightful.

Glimmering, twinkling under the moon lit night

lovely joined by millions of glittering sparkles - an enchanting sight -
truly persists even in the brightness of day,

and I would most certainly further go on to say,

Whence the shine of the sun gently caresses

the horizon as it awakens, its restful disappearance, blesses

and kisses tenderly the river to my soul greatly

so. You my dearest, profoundly

be the ever-present breathe of Esfahan.