Only your voice remains—
a familiar melody
inside the loneliness
of night.
My heart,
a weary butterfly
on love’s endless road,
still calls
for your embrace.
Without you,
the world
is a silent room.
Your shoulders
once sheltered
my unfinished grief;
your heart
held a peace
my wounds could never find.
They say
what leaves the eyes
leaves the heart as well.
But love
knows neither sight
nor distance.
In the darkness of night
I still believe
you will return someday,
with hands
gentle enough
to heal my heart.
And I—
until the final second of waiting—
will love you.
Freie Texte
Setareh Niazi: Only your voice
Setareh Niazi
Only your voice remains— a familiar melody inside the loneliness of night. My heart, a weary butterfly on love’s endless road, still calls for your embrace. Without you, the world is a silent room. Your shoulders once sheltered my unfinished grief; your heart held a peace my wounds could never find. They say what leaves the eyes leaves the heart as well. But love knows neither sight nor distance. In the darkness of night I still believe you will return someday, with hands gentle enough to heal ...