Kamand Kojouri

Two great things happened to me. One was that I survived. The other was that I met you, because I knew why

Extremities are flawed. Moderation is ideal, save for one occasion.So damn these eyes that weep too much.This mind that thinks too much. But never this heart that loves too much.

To understand and be understood is to be at peace

They tell us the greatest love story is how water fell in love with fire. Or how satan fell in love with God. But the greatest love story to me is how I didn__ notice myself falling, when I fell in love with you

Love fills the infinite.

Do you know what you get when you try to escape? When you drive for miles in a deserted city or swim for hours in a shoreless sea? You get yourself.

Poetry is seeing everything when there is only one thing. It is looking at a rose but seeing the stars, moons, seas, and trees. It is a truth beyond logic, an experience beyond thought. Poetry is the Earth pausing on its axis in order to manifest itself as a rose.

Missing you,I missed a part of meI shared with you that__ now gone.Missing you, when really, it was the way you made me feeland the things you made us do.Missing you I shouldn__ be.But I can__ help missing who I was with you.Missing you,I missed and missed so much of the world and wasn__ even missed in return.

Because in truth, my love, if you have thought of me once then I have thought of you a thousand times. You have captured my heart. It is yours. I am at your mercy now

I haven__ written you a poem in years it seems.How can it be my faultwhen the words to describe you have not yet been created?When the alphabet lacks the very letters?How can it be my fault when your loveliness only growsby the time I reach for pen and paper?Tell me how I am at faultwhen I am only a beginner in poemsand you are exquisite poetry?To write you in words is to put a veil upon you.Why must I writewhen I can kiss you instead?

Wonderment shared is doubled.Love shared is infinite.

My hours are filled with fantasy and indifference. In day and night dreams, I think of my heaven with you. All the time in between, I carelessly spend in hell without you.

Love is the only reason that is reason enough

All you need to get by in this world is the memory of love

Let borders become sunlight so we traverse this Earth as one nation and drive the darkness out.

For how can any human be separate from humanity and humanness?

They took my booksbecause my message was love.They took my penbecause my words were love.Then they took my voicebecause my song was love.Soon they__l take myselfso nothing remains.But they don__ know that when I'm gonemy love will stay.

Worry notif you are in darknessand the void sucks you in further.This is not the place we go to die.It__ where we are bornand our stories begin.