Over the valleys of my heart extends a new flower,
Throughout the empire of lonesome plants grows an unusual clover
The prophecy to be uttered is a sure star for any evil eye,
Whereby an excellent waterfall arouses a lie and tie
You are my beauty, the name of whom is Betulip
Let me sigh over, shining every morning so as to have a love-clip
Let me water my leaves that are about to wither and slip
Intensify the inner and outer part of the world, let it be tulip
There is a world lying here; let it die out through your lip
You've glanced at me before,
But I certainly need much more;
Otherwise, I am standing at your door
A beautiful poem dedicated to the beauty of your own heart.The way you look at her is wonderful. Keep standing, Okan, until she glances at you for infinity time. Best Wishws.
Let me sigh over, shining every morning Ah the sighs of love, ever sighing ever missing, moments of longing, in the desire to return to, our beloved.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, great metaphor! A certain sadness to the write with underlining hope and love.A lovely read.; D
Dear Friend, I am happy to see the change from all encompassing sadness to renewed positive expectations and lots of hope. You are really a master with words and can express your feelings so wonderfully. Keep it up. I pray your poetiwife may be with you forever.
TASHAKURAT FANDUM! ! ! for this fine poetry just free between my hands! ! ! spectacular title and sensational content Okan i LOVE your metaphor! ! thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
TAKING THIS WORD AND DIVIDING IT IN TWO SHOWS THE INNER YOU. BE- TULIP very well written! i like it