“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.”Kamand Kojouri
“I will drive the world crazy
with love poems for you.
So they can know how magnificent you are
and how crazy I am.”Kamand Kojouri
“We call a story about love
a love story.
We call a poem about love
a love poem.
Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives
love lives?”Kamand Kojouri
“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.”Kamand Kojouri
“I am certain,
my love,
that poetry was born
only after your birth.”Kamand Kojouri
“I spent all night
weaving a poem for you
to wear. You look so beautiful
when you wear my light.”Kamand Kojouri
“I fell in love
and then
I became
love.”Kamand Kojouri
“Let us remember to
always rediscover one another
because we are
forever changing.”Kamand Kojouri
“Love, they said, burns you
and builds you.
But with you,
there’s no ash.
Just light.”Kamand Kojouri
“I was mistaken
when I said you
live in my heart.
How absurd I was
when you live in my
fingertips so that everything
I touch is you. How foolish
I was when you live in my toes
so that everywhere I go there’s you.
How senseless of me to say
you live in my heart
when you breathe in my lungs,
walk on my mind, and
drink in my mouth. I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
is you.”Kamand Kojouri
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