I cannot draw you except as a flower at my barred window.
I cannot draw you except as a sunbeam passes through the thick curtains of my bedroom and dispels its gloom.
I cannot draw you except as the meaningful thoughts dissolved between the lines of my old thick heavy books.
I cannot draw you except as my only friend that always walks with me on my long way, during my misty nights, away from this world.
I cannot draw you except as a dream that has been materialized into the shape of beautiful eyes which do not radiate anything except love and care.
I cannot draw you except as a tree in an arid land, within its tender branches, accommodates migrating birds, and under its boughs, shades weary travelers.
I cannot draw you except as a homeland and as an awaiting mother\'s hug, after a long travel of her son.
I cannot draw you except as a love song I always hear it when the moon comes back from its regular journey and shades its silver rays on my high barred window again.
I cannot draw you except as a red heart on my front door, and when my neighbors ask me about the reasons for my love, I will answer them:\'\' Your Love is my Reasons.\'\'