kamand-kojouri

I fell in loveand then I became love.

Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.

Like freshly cut roses, I place life in a vase... of love.

Is it odd, my love, that I envy others who have not met you for the intoxication they have yet to experience? Is it odd that I wish to witness you with new eyes so I may have the pleasure of falling for you all over again? I am grateful, so grateful, for knowing the meaning of your various sighs. For being the cause of your ecstatic cries. But, if only for a moment, I wish to let you fall out of my hands so that I may catch you again. You, my love, are the oddity. You are my exception.

Nothing belongs to itself anymore. These trees are yours because you once looked at them. These streets are yours because you once traversed them. These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you. They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume. You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you. You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair. The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak. Nothing belongs to itself anymore. You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours. He sits with us in darkness now to plot how to make you ours._ K.K.

Put down your glass, it is time to dance. If you want to get drunk all you need is to drink love. Put down your pipe and do away with these childish toys. If you want to get high all you need is to breathe love. Now, can I have this dance?

I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth.

They can award me with the greatest accolades and reward me with the finest diamonds. They can name days and streets after me, canonise and celebrate me. They can make me the queen of their kingdom, the president of their nation. They can carry my picture in their wallets and whisper my name in their prayers but, tell me, what is all this worth if your voice isn__ the one calling me home?

Usually, when I dream of flying I am simply flapping my arms and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky. Last night was different. I missed you so much and my yearning was so powerful that I sprouted wings like a phoenix and soared to reach you. And now I finally understand: if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry. Surely, love has metamorphosed them.

We call a story about love a love story. We call a poem about love a love poem. Well then, my dear, aren__ our lives love lives?

Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.

I will drive the world crazywith love poems for you.So they can know how magnificent you areand how crazy I am.

If I can__ be your love, then let me be a simple brooch so I may rest a while against your chest. If I can__ be your love, then let me be a forgotten coin so I may rest a while against your thigh. If I can__ be your love, then let me be an unlit cigarette so I may rest a while in between your lips. If I can__ be your love, then let me at least remain in these words so I may rest a while in your thoughts.

You__l only know the answers once you love.

The greatest moments in our lives occur when we surrender: birth, love, and death.

Everywhere I go, your beauty spills into my day. The trees were never this verdant. The birdsong never this sweet.

I don__ mind losing in this game of love, if it means You will be the winner.

May we always see life through love-coloured glasses.