38 Quotes About Me And You

Here's another poem, like all others before and after, dedicated to you. There isn't anything left to be saidbut I will spend my lifetrying to put you into words. You who is every goodness, every optimismand hope. Your love is a better fate for methan anything I could wish for. If you are a part of me, then you’re the best part. And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination. But I’ve become a weary traveller, so please, let us never be apart. . Kamand Kojouri

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you. Kamand Kojouri

For all these stars, nothing is new. They’ve seen all kinds of warsand miracles, too. They know the messengers with their holy bookswill smile and wash their hands in blood. They know the politicians with their good lookswill make the poor eat pies of mud. They’ve seen the Earth freeze and then burn with greed. They’ve seen the treesand the seas emptied. Yet, you won’t hear their sneerswhen a man arrivesand, having experienced a number of years, proclaims: 'I have lived! ' Because nothing is new under these stars:the lies, the love, the memories and scars, the ruin, the revolution, the fakes and true, the families, the friends, none of it is new. All of it–even the me and you. Kamand Kojouri

I don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at you. To dodge your skin in the hallwayand leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat. It takes much too effort to stare at the sinkso my eyes don’t smile at you in the mirror. It takes much too effort to look away as we undressand lie apart in the now bigger bed. It takes much too effort to stiffen my bodybecause sleepy limbs forget fightsand pride is always lost in dreams. It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us. I dread the light peeking through the parted curtainsand empathise with your groans –I didn’t get any sleep either. I really don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at one anotherwhen it’s so easy for us to love. . Kamand Kojouri

I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph. Kamand Kojouri

What is this lovethat makes me see beauty, and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me? What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago? What is this love that keeps growing even when my chest is soreand it hurts to love you any more? Tell me: How am I to find what this love iswhen it was the one to find you, me, this verse, and this universe? . Kamand Kojouri

I can sense your love, why leave me in darkness? Beguile me for your amusement, stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes. When we are apart, I am extinguishedin the blackness of these skies. Kamand Kojouri

Does God knowthe number of kissesbefore we fall in love? Yesterday, I was nobodyand I believed myself important. Today, I feel my worth in you. You, with your emerald eyes and ebony hair, even your heartbeat is beautiful. You, who is my greatest joy, all other concerns vanish in your presence. You swallow timeand consume space, inspiring all my passionwith a single embrace. I love your existence. Kamand Kojouri

Come into my world. I will show you the phenomenon that Stendhal experienced. I will help you feel the cascading arpeggios of Wagner's overture. I will dance to Doga’s waltzes with you. A day spent without appreciating the beauty surrounding us is a waste. Let me appreciate you Kamand Kojouri

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me. Kamand Kojouri

With you, I am. Without you, I am not. Kamand Kojouri

Whenever you keep score in love, you lose. Kamand Kojouri

The only path wide for us all is love. Kamand Kojouri

Why didn't you write all this time? Did you not remember us in a song? A dance? In the skies littered with stars? Did you not get drunk? Why didn’t you write all this time? Did you not remember us in a film? A book? In idyllic dusks and dawns? Did you not get high? It is good that you didn't. For all is well. I am drunk and dazed. I have already forgotten youand your bewitching ways. Kamand Kojouri

Like a pair of old slippers, I feel comfort andwarmth as I slip into you. No, that is too crude. Like the match to the wick, I ignite when we touch. My counterpart andlife's purpose. Yes, as though I've known you my whole life. Every scar, every failurehas become an affirmationof what should be: You. Yes, as though I've loved you my whole life. Kamand Kojouri

I've written you sixty-seven love poems. Here’s another one for you. But really, for me. These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me. I place this candle here and another thereso even if the stars have argued with the moonand are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me. Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us? Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect? I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of loveif by lighting these candlesour own flame loses its brightness? I know the good is more than the bad. Much more. I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine. Kamand Kojouri

Eyes and ears are two. Lungs and kidneys, too. I wonder thenwhy we're born with oneheart that skips a beat when hay is here, and beats quickly when you are near. One heart that cracks when you are far, lie to me and leave a scar. I wonder thenwhy we're born with oneheart that gets broken. Was I supposed to find you then? So your heart would make one plus one is twofor me andtwo for you. Kamand Kojouri

We make families of our own, Travis whispered in my arms on the last night we spent together. It starts with you and me and then it spreads. And whatever happens, there’ll always be a part of me that’s part of you. No matter what. Steve Kluger

Why is your skin the best feeling in the world? Kamand Kojouri

The greatest thing about me isn’t even a part of me. It’s you. Kamand Kojouri

I'll forget me. You forget you. We can be onetogether, happily. Kamand Kojouri

Tell me where the swans go in the winter I need to know if the mute ones can sing. Tell me why stars fall from the sky I need to know if it is luck they bring. Tell me why feathers land near you I need to know if you've injured your wing. Now, tell me where you end, my angel For I no longer know where I begin. Kamand Kojouri

Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed awaythe poems I chalked on the groundand drowned all my beliefs. Now, I only scribble your name and believe in your truth. I know nothing but you. Kamand Kojouri

When I'm with you, I feel exposed. Naked. When I'm naked with you, I feel clothed. Sheltered. Kamand Kojouri

You know how sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them your whole life? Well, I feel like I've loved you my whole life. Kamand Kojouri

We all live but a hundred years. When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days. Kamand Kojouri

Can we share my eyes so you can see what I see? Can we share my ears so you can hear what I hear? Can you perch on my shouldersso you can go where I go? Always in my heart, I don’t experience anything separate from you. This shared wonderment becomes doubled. This shared love becomes infinite. Kamand Kojouri

There is nothing I can do that won’t bring me back to you. Kamand Kojouri