Nicholas Nikolov

(April.6,1988 / Toronto)

The Grand Gift From Konya


The beauty of Konya, my friend,
is not found in the city nor its history,
yet, it’s in you, being sweeter than the Greek god's ambrosia that can never end;
a definitely magnificent dimple sparkles
has spellcast my eyes. Additionally, its simplicity twinkles,
alongside your diamond eyes
and your heart-melting sunny smile brightens grey skies.
Forevermore grateful I be,
in sharing a wonderful friendship with thee -
which in truth - I will honour
throughout our life journey with splendour,
accompanied by joyful happiness
for our long-lasting friendship of loveliness.

Submitted: Sunday, February 02, 2014
Edited: Monday, February 03, 2014

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