Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire.
If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.
Whatever lifts the corners of your mouth, trust that
A lifetime without Love is of no account Love is the Water of Life Drink it down with heart and soul!
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.