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 FaramoushBy Mona Romezi February 6, 2003 The Iranian (A Persian college student laments about her American ex-boyfriend) When will I forget When will I forget how you looked and felt How you looked at me, and I could see, that you saw me As your exotic, erotic, enticing, inviting When will I forget that night Oon shab that I cried in your arms When I told you, what I had told no one When I opened my being, my heart, my self When I let you go everywhere; my physical, my emotional When will I forget that look, that needed no words That I thought said, I'm yours alone Aay dard, dard meekoneh (oh the pain) When will I forget your side of my bed Your legs keeping my cold feet warm and safe Your arm cushioning my neck Your arms, your arms, your hands Aay Khodaa komak (oh God, help) When will I forget that space between your pecks That my cheeks fit into so well, during those cold days that I took solace in your embrace When will I forget how you said, "azeezam"? Aay faraamoush, zootaar Aay Khodaa komak * Printer friendly Does this article have spelling or other mistakes? Tell me to fix it.
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