برگ تازه

It was not disclosed at all, This page of history. This page of our history, Before the world's eyes. Because my love, We were writing this page In the darkest nights With the unseen quills of love. And line by line we were carving our kisses Against our meaningless differences On the rock of life. Kiss by Kiss, we've carved; The most comprehensible and luminous words of being On stones, bricks, rocks … Many eyes are watching us, They observe and believe, Love hands holding love hands. Streams of Love tears flowing, And our love glows, Like hot bodies holding each other In an ice cold dark winter. They believe humanity roots in humanity As so, we did. My love, We live, To eternity Until we are Immortal.