you’re now.the most impoertant woman
after the birth of this year
you’re a woman i can’t count it with hours and days
you’re a woman made of the poetry nectar
and from the Dreams’ Gold
you’re a woman were living in my body
before a million years
My Lady
the one who was made of Cutton and Clouds
the one who i can call her a Rain of Jewel
and the River of Nahound
and a Row forest
the one who siwmmes in the water of my heart like a fish
the one who lives in the eyes like a folk of pigeons
nothing will change in my emotion
nor my feelings
not even in my heart or my faith
because i’ll stay in the islamic religion
My Lady
do not care about the harmony of time
nor about the name of the years
you’re a woman and you’ll still as woman
and in everytime
i will still Love you
when the 21 century enter
and when the 25 century enter
and when the 29 century enter
and I will Love you
when the seas drys
and the forst burns