poprox:
“If I should ever see you, face to face and eye to eye,
I’d tell you of my sorrow, point by point sigh by sigh.
But like the wind I seek you, searching where we might meet,
Searching from door to door, from house to house, from street to street.
Searching for that small mouth, the scent that cheek bestows,
Searching from bud to bud, from flower to flower, from rose to rose.
My heart’s blood spills as tears that fall unceasingly,
Flowing from creek to creek, from stream to stream, from sea to sea.
My life is woven through with love; the broken heart you left,
Is yours now— thread by thread, and warp by warp, and weft by weft.”
-Tahereh Ghoratolein
