I love your smile and the sound of your laughter.
I adore the beloved hue of your voice, your calm
Mellow voice and your exclusive HI SWEET.
I love your glances that send my heart prancing and
I envy the strands of hair brushing your beloved face
In the evening breeze,
I envy the breeze that you breathe
Even though I'm the gentle breeze you inhale
A DESIRE TORE THROUGH ME TO BE HIS WOMAN,
SOLELY AND EXCLUSIVELY, FAITHFULLY AND TRUTHFULLY
TO THE OTTOMAN.
She is a soul to drip
in faceless laughter,
a carrier of news
Sadness overwhelming my whole being
Fire consuming my soul
Plights and pains are so dense
That nothing makes sense