A pencil in hand,
Blank paper one before...
In my mind,
Your words echo...
With the love
Which overflew from you
To the dark depths
Of my thumping heart,
In its melody,
My hand in ballet...
O, my love,
My magic, my angel,
This graphite
Draws your chehra
With enigmatic charisma
Standing arabesque
With my fingers...
Sparks strike my heart...
Graphites are good conductors!