MY LOVE IS BIG

My love is big
Like closing my eyes and seeing you for the very first time again
I don’t remember what you wore
I don’t even remember what you said
But I will always remember that look
The smile when you finally saw me in person
The sparkle in your eyes
The shiver we gave to each other when we touched
Our first kiss and those that followed
My love is big
Like when I open my mouth to say I love you
And not having enough words to say it
To express the immensity of what I feel
All the different sensations of when I’m with you or when I’m not
My love is big
Like the sea of goosebumps when I touch you or when you touch me
And it gives me the creeps when we don’t
My love is big
Like the sweetest melody when I hear your voice
When you call my name and say “I love you “
My love is big
It might take the rest of my days to express it to you to it’s fullest
To figure out how to show to you
Because I don’t find words big enough
Nor actions as big as I need them
To express what I feel
But if I run out of time
If death finds me before I complete the task
I just want you to know that I try my best
That no matter what I said and what my actions were
My love for you is there
And it always will be . . . for eternity because . . .
My love is big.

IF WE LOOK AT YOUR FACE DURING YOUR LAST SECONDS OF LIFE, YOUNG MAN

I don’t know your name
I’m sure I never will
Nor the name of those masked men who did it
When I saw your face during your last seconds alive, young man
They were hanging you in a public place
And I also saw the faces
Faces that remind me, the other faces,
Hateful faces of the ladies at the tea party
Who are planning to bring the same law that killed you to my land
From Iran to America
I saw your face during your last seconds alive, young man
With my mouth wide open my jaw fell to the floor
I felt so impotent, so incapable of doing anything, not even crying
Not for you
Not for the fourteen year olds who were also hanged not to long ago
Killed in the very same way for loving each other
And in the name of that God, Oh God,
Murders of innocence and love you’re claiming to act
Impunity around the world and in our own backyard
When the ladies at the tea party smile
Their sadist plan is about to be fulfilled
Destroying every opportunity we might have
To ensure happiness with our loved ones
It was not fear but rage
When I saw your face during your last seconds alive
But I promise you young man from Iran:
I will hold the hand of my partners until the end
I will uncover the swastika embroidered in the table cloths
I will love my love in public
I will ask for my right as a human
And I will show the picture of horror to the world
When I saw your face during your last seconds alive, young man
Because nor you, nor the teenagers deserved to die.
I will scream to change directions at once
To stop going backwards, our life is ours
I will uncover the real message of love
The Jesus that we all should be and not the one at the cross
To honor him and the rest of the prophets who die for the same cause
To learn the real and simple lesson of love
I will stop all religions that only teach us to hate
I will stop all the politicians who only want to separate us and conquer
I will stop the madness and welcome a new era of love
This I promise to myself:
Every time I see your picture again,
That picture that’s engraved in my mind,
You during your last seconds, alive,
And for those teenagers who also died too young
To stop their festivity and spoil their tea
Because I don’t want to see more pictures like these
Not in Iran, not in America, not in any part of the world
This last picture of you should inspire us
Every time we look at your face during your last seconds alive, young man. . .