Busy With Loving You Poem by sarah Jabbari

It's one hundred winters I'm busy with loving you
Soon it'll be spring and I know what I'm going to do

I will love you in the midsummer and rainy November too

I'm busy with loving you while I'm in the crowd

And when the chaos of the world is too loud

I let you in my chest where no one is allowed

I'm busy with loving you while I'm in my isolation

Waiting for the last train to anywhere in the station

Dealing with depression or trying to reach the salvation

I'm busy with loving you even while I'm on the vacation

I'm busy with loving you when I go to sleep

It keeps me busy so I've to count the sheep

I'm busy with loving you even when my sleep is deep

I get busy with loving you early in the morning

Before the sunrise when the birds starts to sing

I get ready to love you as loving you is everything