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شراب تلخ می خواهم کشم بر سر روم تا اوج به دریا دل زنم شاید کشد ما را به خود این موج

شعر های من

شراب تلخ می خواهم کشم بر سر روم تا اوج به دریا دل زنم شاید کشد ما را به خود این موج

THE PASSIONATE SHEPARED

The Passionate Shepard To His Love

Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidery's all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold

دست در دست هم

Fall Walk

Wish we were walking hand in hand down a path strewn with orange, yellow and red fall leaves

Walking together under a florescent canopy, broken here and there with bright morning sunlight

Every time we would come to a sunlit spot, we would pause, and I would take you in my arms and kiss you passionately

Then I would look deep into your eyes, and with a smile, take your hand once again and walk, together, to the next sun dappled opportunity

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In My Heart

 

There is a secret place

Where no one ever goes

It is hidden and protected

Kept safe and quite secure

 

There is only room for one here

Though The space is rather large

The space recerved for one here

the place within my heart

 

You intered there some time ago

I wanted you to know

The secret placewithin my heart

is yours and yours alone