“All I need to do is place my pen against paper and your love writes for me.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Take me when I'm wild. Take me when I'm free. Take me for me and I will take you as you want… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Love, they said, burns you and builds you. But with you, there’s no ash. Just light.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Like a pair of old slippers, I feel comfort and warmth as I slip into you. No, that is too crude. Like… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“What is this love that makes me see beauty, and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me? What is this… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Does God know the number of kisses before we fall in love? Yesterday, I was nobody and I believed myself important. Today,… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Why didn't you write all this time? Did you not remember us in a song? A dance? In the skies littered with… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“And there's you. You're just beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful, like nature. You have the trinity of beauty: a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind,… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“The clothes of time are wet because he foolishly stopped to witness your beauty in the rain.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“I can sense your love, why leave me in darkness? Beguile me for your amusement, stealing my soul without kisses. You are… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“I don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at you. To dodge your skin in the… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Let us remember to always rediscover one another because we are forever changing.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“How absurd is it that when we are in love, we divide the world into two. One that holds our lover and… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“How hard it was for me to find you the perfect gift. I had looked everywhere and considered every idea until I… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Last night, I repeated your name like a mantra before falling asleep. Somehow the simple pleasure of uttering your name, and the… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“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… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“How is it that there was never you until there was and then all was you?” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“No one has any right to tell you that the way you perceive yourself is wrong. Because by doing so, they also discourage the… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“I'm not here to grant you the extraordinary love you never had for yourself. I'm here, on my own accord, to love you. So… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“It’s so easy to lose faith and become lost in all of the politics of the world. That’s why we need the arts. To… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“All this waiting. Waiting for the rain to stop. Waiting in traffic. Waiting for the bill. Waiting at the airport for an old friend.… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“You keep thinking you’re too much for me that I will say I’ve had enough. But I drank all you poured for me and… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“You know how it goes: at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God. Then… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Because at night when others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Our minds have this strange ability to make associations using ourselves as a reference point. They create our identities based on our relation to… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“He knows all my thoughts. He knows all I’ve ever done and He loves me all the same. What is our purpose, you ask.… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Whenever you are angry, take a beautiful object in your house and smash it to pieces. The pity you feel for what you have… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
