With Twenty Third Poem by Nazim ZarSinner

I can't forget charms of the first,
she was so wise, kind and sincere;
but after six months, I don't know
why she was far and else was near?

but all were lustful just like me:
love with each ran a couple of nights,
this one goes, she comes and with her
sees me my last, abruptly fights.

I'm so habitual of breakup,
all want romance, none's heart is fair,
I had to enlist all of them
to remember what's mine, what's their

always this keeps on in my life:
their charms, wet nights and love that's free!
now this angel is in my arms
most fragrant flower of heaven's tree!