Come Informal Poem by sabit ince

COME INFORMAL

Your beautiful eyes are also coal black
Heartache inside of longing
Look, I'm done, my beautiful, the poor of love
Come to my rescue, come to my rescue

Barberry blonde is your hair
Your crowns are the purple of opium
Pink lies were my crimes
Enough counting, my rose is always separately.

Blood flushes on red cheeks
Your sky blue beads dangle
Your milky white breasts are laughing
I'm sorry for the trouble of love.

Your sky blue dreams your dreams
Grass-green rhinestone works
Erciyes my wife your winters
Summers are good for thin.

Sabit Ince KAYSERİ 20.5.2022