what should i write...
while my all longing is more than my words...
what must i write....
while you are my reality and my home land, ...
which i escape to...
sweetheart....
when a night comes...
visions takes me with a long roads...
drawed you in my eyes..
hugged you strongly to my chest...
and the whisper became so tired..
from its patient and the faraway...
you or me? ? ?
me or you...? ? ?
who is most longing to the another...
who is most desiring to the another...
tell you about me and how i feel...
missed you so...
missing you already now...
missed to your smile...
to your laugh...
to your words...
to your whispers...
o sweet love mine...
pages never to enough me...
wish i can write my longing to you through my pen...
and wish to feel it...
to feel the miss which i already have...
but i will write...
write my missing to you...
and my craziness about you...
beloved....
love you with all i have...
love you...
and my loving to you is more than a craziness...
adore you...
my loving to you is more greater that a words between a lines...
never found a hand like yours...
which wiped my sadly tears...
and a heart like yours...
which hold me and treated my wounds...
never found a soul, lived inside me except you...
and only you...
sweet angel...
you are the love...
and calling you a love...
you are all what i have...
you are the home...which i miss...
you are the peace, which i need...
you are the heart, which i love and adore...
you are the address which i belong to...
i will write you as an address for a every love..
the address on every page in my life...
so...
what still should i write...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem