I have no words because I love you because “I love you” is a saying that comes from the world of futilities and worn-out things and repeated things Come back to me I have no words Protected by the night let me become pregnant with the moon Let me be filled by small drops of rain by not-yet-developed hearts by the form of unborn babies Let me be filled Maybe my love will be the cradle for another Jesus
Forough Farrokhzad, Border Walls


















