Your Beautiful Hair Poem by Saban Gulmez

Is it my fault that it can't be dismantled?
Your special hair that took root at birth.
A black love that is either magic or secret,
Your hair doesn't fit into the pen or words.

One in knitting, another in plain,
It's different when it's hidden
Another on the shoulder, another on the face
Your eyelashes are down, your hair is in your eyes

He created it from silk, strand by strand.
He created his wire to last a lifetime
It's like he created it specially for Vasfi
Different fresh hair in four seasons