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حسن رضا رستمی نیا
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حسن رضا رستمی نیا

وضعیت من در یاهـو
حسن رضا رستمی نیا
این وبلاگ صرفا راجع به طایف خودم یعنی عبدولی هستش.
پیوندها
لیست یادداشت‌ها
آرشیو یادداشت‌ها

What I Love About You

I love the way you look at me,
Your eyes so bright and blue.
I love the way you kiss me,
Your lips so soft and smooth.

I love the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show you care.
I love the way you say, "I Love You,"
And the way you"re always there.

I love the way you touch me,
Always sending chills down my spine.
I love that you are with me,
And glad that you are mine.

- Crystal Jansen -


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نوشته شده توسط حسن رضا رستمی نیا 89/4/21:: 10:51 صبح     |     () نظر

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

- Courtney Kuchta -


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نوشته شده توسط حسن رضا رستمی نیا 89/4/21:: 10:41 صبح     |     () نظر

An Entrapment

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

- Anthony Kolos -


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نوشته شده توسط حسن رضا رستمی نیا 89/4/21:: 10:39 صبح     |     () نظر
Love Poem # 01
A Special World

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

- Sheelagh Lennon -

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نوشته شده توسط حسن رضا رستمی نیا 89/4/21:: 10:38 صبح     |     () نظر

Beauty Beyond Memory

When memories cry
When memories fade and die

I"m going to grow old
My passion
My fiery passion
My flaming lust is going to grow cold

But my heart will always flow with a molten, love lava
In your name this lava flows through my veins
My heart beats for you
My heart will never cease to beat your name

When I lose my charm and my glamour
When I lose my physique and my game
When I"m old and wrinkly
When I cannot look myself in the mirror
I"ll still stare at you

When memories fade
When I forget the days of the week
And the months of the year
When I mix names
And faces
The memory of you
Will always shine bright and clear
Your image
Has been burnt to my memory
I will never forget your radiance and beauty

I will die happy
With the image of your sweet smile
On my mind
And love
On my lips and in my heart

- Hamzah Gani -


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نوشته شده توسط حسن رضا رستمی نیا 89/4/9:: 12:47 عصر     |     () نظر

با سلام به همه دوستان عزیز.

چخوب بود که منتقدین گرامی به جای توهین و نفرین کمی هم به محسنات این طایفه میژرداختند

Beauty Beyond Memory

When memories cry
When memories fade and die

I"m going to grow old
My passion
My fiery passion
My flaming lust is going to grow cold

But my heart will always flow with a molten, love lava
In your name this lava flows through my veins
My heart beats for you
My heart will never cease to beat your name

When I lose my charm and my glamour
When I lose my physique and my game
When I"m old and wrinkly
When I cannot look myself in the mirror
I"ll still stare at you

When memories fade
When I forget the days of the week
And the months of the year
When I mix names
And faces
The memory of you
Will always shine bright and clear
Your image
Has been burnt to my memory
I will never forget your radiance and beauty

I will die happy
With the image of your sweet smile
On my mind
And love
On my lips and in my heart

- Hamzah Gani -

 


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نوشته شده توسط حسن رضا رستمی نیا 89/4/9:: 12:46 عصر     |     () نظر
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