If you could see your own face the way I do every mirror would trap you. Now a nightingale you would soon see: you are also the rose. Your days would be filled up! your nights, spent in your own arms. So why are we divided? Why did He give you such beauty and me the eyes to see it? You look in the mirror and think you're not enough... but for me you are almost too much. My toes can't reach the floor when you walk by -- the sky is not high enough to describe how I soar! Yet you say, "I am too fat, too dark, too ugly, not good enough." and little by little, I die. You are stabbing us both with that disapproving blade! Why can't lover and beloved occupy the same space? Such beauty -- it nearly burns my soul! -- yet fails to admire itself: Nicki, Angela, Zhinous, Fariba, Nini, Leyla, Samira, Mahtab, Nasim, Sandra... The list has no end of angels who walk this Earth but cannot see. If only I could loan you my eyes for one moment! If seer and seen could put off their cloak of separation for a while... But then, if not for that distance, what power would move this poet's pen?