Hassan Rasouli

The sun is shine
The moon will want giggle
I, you
And life
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Among all people touched my soul who can kiss my mind? Who can strut in the front of my heart borders? And when the magic sun lifts her beautiful face from the East, which hands could write a love letter for my paramour? Nobody knows how much love circuited in my body vessels, except my celestial love who gives me a chance to see the human being. Trees narrated a story for me, a love story about a man who spent his life, passion, love, soul, energy and also his ephemeral world to love a pretty princess. Who is that? No name saved or recorded anywhere for her. No route to show her house, no sign to follow his trace only carnations know how I should reach her caress.

For men, especially those who fell in love, there is no elixir to improve their daily maladies. Only the admired serenity after gaining a delicious kiss from the lips of their lover may extinguish the bonfire of their love. Oh, my dear darling love, Hassan writes for you, not only for you but also for all matters in your world in which they gave you the sensation of honesty to show you how much I loved you. Before all wars and carnages, I feel your soul and no barracks to jail your democrat soul except my poems' pamphlet. Since that time world idiosyncrasies assault me to confiscate my feeling and also my beloved heart, no power or guardian angels to support me, and so I selfishly, like a knight, strive to reach you, reach your most beautiful eyes. Love me only for a moment before the calamity starts…
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