Thank you to your love, thank you to your heart
While a death was wasting in my eyes, I dictated you in my edict, I ran forward in all my lack of you.
And in these days when I was heading from time to time, I just sighed you as if I was pulling a basmala.
I took you in, dear.
Such that; longing is now as a quarter of the vuslat passes, I embroidered embroidery, my sirat, its contagion. I kept my smiles from his scouts just to smile at you and turn to you. So much so that the longer I was without you, the more I smiled, to you and all the times I was without you .. There was no choice in our book to forget everything about your absence, we didn't have to pursue other dreams without you in our book ..
It was us to love like the Falling Man!
Loving like a man!
I have committed all your beauties, I know your name, my name, and I lived your future without leaving any of you behind.
There was no more, dear, when I said you are my dear. Being with you was like counting days for tomorrow. It was to make long sentences to spring, to remember you every hour, every minute, and then to smile in your eyes as if they were mine.
While a death was wasting in my eyes, I dictated you in my edict, I ran forward in all my lack of you. And in these days when I was heading from time to time, I just sighed you as if I was basmala.
I combined your happiness with my eternity while balancing out your fragile sides. So much so that I have only attached to you my love and eternity. As I ignited my bond to you, I wished you loved so much that I could sacrifice my life for the sake of the context, and I always chose the verbs within you, the subject within you. I did not make a parsed sentence. I did not give a parsed meaning. I chose all my sentences just for you and me.
While a death was wasting in my eyes, I dictated you in my edict, I ran forward in all my lack of you. And in these days when I was heading from time to time, I just sighed you as if I was pulling a basmala.