من درد تو را زدست اسان ندهم دل بر نکنم ز دوست تا جان ندهم از دوست به یادگار دردی دارم کان درد به صد هزار درمان ندهم مولانا

kiss

She blew him a kiss

It was shaped like her lips
He caught it with pride
For it had made quite a trip.
Over the cities
And the great sea.
A wondrous voyage
It had turned out to be.
So once it arrived
It was placed with great care
On the forehead belonging
To a most royal heir.
He smiled as he felt it
Rush through his veins.
This kiss that brought with it
The cure for his pains.