I can't forget you, not because I don't have a strong memory, but because my heart only considers those who desire to live in it. The hymn of your gaze makes my heart dance swiftly. Your sight is like a river carrying me through the heavy tides. But... for I am a rowboat stranded in that river, rolled up in its nets, too elusive to escape.
In front of you, my sight was neglected, like a terror of sparrows whose wings had been caught. But your eyes held a thunder that was ineffable for words to describe, yet they were too coy to burst.
The eccentricities were too much in your memories, yet they seemed flawless. How much I had lost from my eyes was all restored from yours. The eyes which until now had been the source of adoreness have become the source of fulfillment. Because for me, my heart beats in your eyes.
The reminiscence of your fragrance still refreshes me to this day. These memories shall hold me until my end. This departed chapter of her shall forever remain the soul of my lifeless body.
"a door with a lock yet lost its key — a key only restored by its دیدار"
Poetry"Not everything lost is meant to leave, / Some memories are how we breathe."
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