ECHO OF LOVE

The Fire lies Although the mirror Khoi work you did me the ruthlessness also not your blood out of my heart, Cup trait, although lips with the two lips Toper not your wheels, before bed, mirror of the one Srafraztr of If you hadn't been for the lost vegetation in the shade of the forest, I had a heartbeat! Your transition was not a wave of affection to us, a step like no whirlpool, except for yourself , your orbit was not . Fault There was no sin in your wickedness when the sun shone , on an institution back to the east; there was no escape I was stained with Simin agitation so that you would not have a dark night Torch Do not say that the city is full of our secret stories, and the plaque of these stories is the address of our yogurts . That long tales are open to a clinging of our latent cruelty. Though every sound like a flame fueled our love, our torch, our linguistic one hundred. Although our tulip became blood-thirsty, what sorrow? That gardening boom at Mehr's grave, Shepherd's, Aurora's Red Blood written by the painful tale of youthful yogurt at night Mehr, and see the enchanted wheel of, magic dawn drifting away from the loving kindness