Two Lovers and the sea by Kian Zahtabian

Two lovers were wandering along the sea—
Along its waves, on the warm shore
Like the butterflies lost in a dream.
Nobody knew nor wondered if it was real
Or just a dream as the sun glimmered—
Like a lost jewel in depth of sky—
While Covering—
Naked shimmering body of ocean.
Desperate they said, the local folks—
Sun that day was while battling—
Smooth hand of the wind.
His hands touching ocean, trying to make love to her
The battle seemed lost for the glorious lover—
Who appeared closer to paradise—
When finally wind crushed small huts on the beach
And grasped the ocean’s heart.
THUS concurrent took a look into her eyes,
The man into hers— into the dimming cave
Filled with sparkles of light enfolding the dark
Still walking barefoot on the shore-
And he opened his mouth unleashing these:
Dear you saw with your own eyes the defeat of sun
So easy and his love lost in vain
But we are even much closer to none
We can walk and fill our hearts with joy
But eventually the stars will fill the blue roof —up ahead of us
The blue roof covering this earth and eventually end arrives
And thus the end of our love
Shocked she seemed so responded:
Dear we are lovers at the sea
We are lovers at the sea
We are conquerors of the warm sands bare feet
We are conquerors of the shores, our names are carved
Into the cold stone of history and our names is in all songs
Singed on the lips of people at the bay every night
Battle of sun with the wind might be forgotten
As the time passes, as even some flowers die in muds
And some grow to water lilies and survive.

What you see ahead of us shall not be ever
As I love thee and my heart is ruled by thee.
-oh dear oh my sweet he said—
With a bittersweet fading smile
We may be the lovers at the sea
We may win this battle of the constant dance
Of coming winters and dying springs 
Of the bushes struggling to turn into fine trees
But mark these words, these cold blades—making us bleed
“That king or queen,
Ruler of the neither world nor lovers at the sea
Can ever be victorious—
The already lost battle of us
With the sands of time”.

Tree of Love by Kian Zahtabian

She told me once:
“I love you like a fruit attached to a tree
As it’s nourished everyday—
As it is safe and warm during the cold
So shall I not love you until we rot away together?”
Oh dear, OH my sweetheart—
You have understood love but in a corrupt way
So I replied
Become my Rose-apple, hanging from the tree I shall become
Looking down to earth while reaching the sky
And as you dreamed and wished I indeed keep you warm.
Cut off my roots as you wish and dry them
And while they die—hear their confessions—buried in them
Through branches attached to my mind.
Yet the time comes, that you must fall
And I shall shed tears from nearby
Rotting away inside, but never wish
To decay in these green arms holding you tight
As that all ever love was, a brief joy
Faced by winds of loss and separation
Lost at the end of time.

two lovers and the sea by Kian Zahtabian Two lovers were wandering along the sea—Along its waves, on the warm shoreLike the butterflies lost in a dream.Nobody knew nor wondered if it was realOr just a dream as the sun glimmered—Like a lost jewel in depth of sky—While Covering—Naked shimmering body of ocean.Desperate they said, the local folks— Sun that day was while battling— Smooth hand of the wind.His hands touching ocean, trying to make love to herThe battle seemed lost for the glorious lover—Who appeared closer to paradise—When finally wind crushed small huts on the beachAnd grasped the ocean’s heart.THUS concurrent took a look into her eyes,The man into hers— into the dimming cave Filled with sparkles of light enfolding the darkStill walking barefoot on the shore-And he opened his mouth unleashing these:Dear you saw with your own eyes the defeat of sunSo easy and his love lost in vainBut we are even much closer to noneWe can walk and fill our hearts with joyBut eventually the stars will fill the blue roof —up ahead of usThe blue roof covering this earth and eventually end arrivesAnd thus the end of our loveShocked she seemed so responded:Dear we are lovers at the sea We are lovers at the seaWe are conquerors of the warm sands bare feetWe are conquerors of the shores, our names are carved Into the cold stone of history and our names is in all songsSinged on the lips of people at the bay every nightBattle of sun with the wind might be forgottenAs the time passes, as even some flowers die in mudsAnd some grow to water lilies and survive.What you see ahead of us shall not be everAs I love thee and my heart is ruled by thee.-oh dear oh my sweet he said—With a bittersweet fading smileWe may be the lovers at the seaWe may win this battle of the constant danceOf coming winters and dying springs Of the bushes struggling to turn into fine treesBut mark these words, these cold blades—making us bleed“That king or queen,Ruler of the neither world nor lovers at the seaCan ever be victorious—The already lost battle of usWith the sands of time”.

Tree of love by Kian Zahtabian She told me once:“I love you like a fruit attached to a treeAs it’s nourished everyday—As it is safe and warm during the coldSo shall I not love you until we rot away together?”Oh dear, OH my sweetheart—You have understood love but in a corrupt waySo I repliedBecome my Rose-apple, hanging from the tree I shall becomeLooking down to earth while reaching the skyAnd as you dreamed and wished I indeed keep you warm.Cut off my roots as you wish and dry them And while they die—hear their confessions—buried in them Through branches attached to my mind.Yet the time comes, that you must fallAnd I shall shed tears from nearbyRotting away inside, but never wishTo decay in these green arms holding you tightAs that all ever love was, a brief joyFaced by winds of loss and separation Lost at the end of time.two lovers and the seaTwo lovers were wandering along the sea—Along its waves, on the warm shoreLike the butterflies lost in a dream.Nobody knew nor wondered if it was realOr just a dream as the sun glimmered—Like a lost jewel in depth of sky—While Covering—Naked shimmering body of ocean.Desperate they said, the local folks— Sun that day was while battling— Smooth hand of the wind.His hands touching ocean, trying to make love to herThe battle seemed lost for the glorious lover—Who appeared closer to paradise—When finally wind crushed small huts on the beachAnd grasped the ocean’s heart.THUS concurrent took a look into her eyes,The man into hers— into the dimming cave Filled with sparkles of light enfolding the darkStill walking barefoot on the shore-And he opened his mouth unleashing these:Dear you saw with your own eyes the defeat of sunSo easy and his love lost in vainBut we are even much closer to noneWe can walk and fill our hearts with joyBut eventually the stars will fill the blue roof —up ahead of usThe blue roof covering this earth and eventually end arrivesAnd thus the end of our loveShocked she seemed so responded:Dear we are lovers at the sea We are lovers at the seaWe are conquerors of the warm sands bare feetWe are conquerors of the shores, our names are carved Into the cold stone of history and our names is in all songsSinged on the lips of people at the bay every nightBattle of sun with the wind might be forgottenAs the time passes, as even some flowers die in mudsAnd some grow to water lilies and survive.What you see ahead of us shall not be everAs I love thee and my heart is ruled by thee.-oh dear oh my sweet he said—With a bittersweet fading smileWe may be the lovers at the seaWe may win this battle of the constant danceOf coming winters and dying springs Of the bushes struggling to turn into fine treesBut mark these words, these cold blades—making us bleed“That king or queen,Ruler of the neither world nor lovers at the seaCan ever be victorious—The already lost battle of usWith the sands of time”.

Love Poems by Kian Zahtabian

Tree of love

She told me once:
“I love you like a fruit attached to a tree
As it’s nourished everyday—
As it is safe and warm during the cold
So shall I not love you until we rot away together?”
Oh dear, OH my sweetheart—
You have understood love but in a corrupt way
So I replied
Become my Rose-apple, hanging from the tree I shall become
Looking down to earth while reaching the sky
And as you dreamed and wished I indeed keep you warm.
Cut off my roots as you wish and dry them
And while they die—hear their confessions—buried in them
Through branches attached to my mind.
Yet the time comes, that you must fall
And I shall shed tears from nearby
Rotting away inside, but never wish
To decay in these green arms holding you tight
As that all ever love was, a brief joy
Faced by winds of loss and separation
Lost at the end of time.
two lovers and the sea

Two lovers were wandering along the sea—
Along its waves, on the warm shore
Like the butterflies lost in a dream.
Nobody knew nor wondered if it was real
Or just a dream as the sun glimmered—
Like a lost jewel in depth of sky—
While Covering—
Naked shimmering body of ocean.
Desperate they said, the local folks—
Sun that day was while battling—
Smooth hand of the wind.
His hands touching ocean, trying to make love to her
The battle seemed lost for the glorious lover—
Who appeared closer to paradise—
When finally wind crushed small huts on the beach
And grasped the ocean’s heart.
THUS concurrent took a look into her eyes,
The man into hers— into the dimming cave
Filled with sparkles of light enfolding the dark
Still walking barefoot on the shore-
And he opened his mouth unleashing these:
Dear you saw with your own eyes the defeat of sun
So easy and his love lost in vain
But we are even much closer to none
We can walk and fill our hearts with joy
But eventually the stars will fill the blue roof —up ahead of us
The blue roof covering this earth and eventually end arrives
And thus the end of our love
Shocked she seemed so responded:
Dear we are lovers at the sea
We are lovers at the sea
We are conquerors of the warm sands bare feet
We are conquerors of the shores, our names are carved
Into the cold stone of history and our names is in all songs
Singed on the lips of people at the bay every night
Battle of sun with the wind might be forgotten
As the time passes, as even some flowers die in muds
And some grow to water lilies and survive.
What you see ahead of us shall not be ever
As I love thee and my heart is ruled by thee.
-oh dear oh my sweet he said—
With a bittersweet fading smile
We may be the lovers at the sea
We may win this battle of the constant dance
Of coming winters and dying springs
Of the bushes struggling to turn into fine trees
But mark these words, these cold blades—making us bleed
“That king or queen,
Ruler of the neither world nor lovers at the sea
Can ever be victorious—
The already lost battle of us
With the sands of time”.