First try drawing the iranian poet and filmmaker Forugh Farrokhzad. Charcoal on paper.
When my faith was hanging by the weak thread of justice and in the whole city the hearts of my lamps were being torn to pieces, when the childlike eyes of my love were being blindfolded by law's black kerchief, and fountains of blood were gushing forth from the distressed temples of my desire, when my life was no longer anything, nothing but the tick tock of a wall clock, I discovered that I must, that I absolutely had to love madly.
(Excerpt from"Window" by Forugh Farrokhzad)