Love Exists Poem by Beyza Dut

Everybody thinks to get him proud
I need to shout out loud

can't I find a way
to make it heard
without saying a word..

yet too many kind of hurts
on round
hits more than a sword.

when lovelessness exists there
nothing worths to be heard or fight for
I hardly know.

Am I even worth to exist for?
For what, at all?
Now, hardly know.

Yet, love is every-where

Until the day it hits you back
From somewhere, anywhere

Do any words even worth
to be returned white,
from white to black.