My story and my love for you from the day we met at the airport.
Our love was green, breezier than a hurricane, and bigger than the moon.
Lunar, sun and rainy you are the characters of descriptions of yourself.
The night and its stars were witnesses to our love and tan.
The world has played magic music, and the world has sung gypsy songs.
Your love was as good as a pilgrimage to the Holy Land.
It was your encounter with the priests after the short walk.
Our love was greener and larger than the size of the moon.
You are my love and my moon.
The Moon traveled by age, no matter how long or short.
You are the arrogant Christmas tree.
You are the moon after rain and the size of the moon.
This is how we loved each other, and this is how we caught fire.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)
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