With Love Poem by Mohamad Rasoul Mohamadi

in middle of a desert, i'm a flower
with love
if she wants to go to hell, i will follow her
with love


in this cold and and darkness i'm, a burning fire
with love
bright and i'm always warm, flames get higher
with love


i'll die for her i'd like to know, the death how's
with love
i'll be such kind that i'll be, missing my foes
with love


i will fly with no wings, believe i'll do it
with love
how people can be happy? im telling you it:
with love