Your skin glows like
peach blossoms. You’re
the rose in the hope of spring.
My heart follows your silver
voice and leaps like a
dolphin when I hear your name.
The evening floats on a
bulbul wings and your
shirt in my hands
comforts me.
I’m filled with hope
that I’d dry your tears
full of a thousand rose
fragrances. As my head-scarf
slips, I hold it next to your
shirt and listen to the flock
of little red-breasted birds
flying fast to their nests.
My restless feet pace fast
but I wait for you in the
moonlight in our secret
hide-out for you to come.
I am your hot crazy girl
with you always in love.