I love them, from the deepest part of my heart
I am worried about how they are, what they do, how they feel
Their voice is like a music to me
I can hear them as if they are here, sitting beside me
I smile to their face even if I don't see them
I do my best for making them happy
I become a child, a mother, a lover
but they are not mine.
They do not belong to me.
Azadeh
