I told you not
to go to the shore of your heart,
But to come
closer to be one of my little part.
As the sea
makes you discard with its wave.
For you I
will pave
However
much I cried in the cave
If the wave
took you away from me in sea,
I would die
of the bends.
If the wave
took you away from me in deep water,
I can not stand your absence.
Then, my
heart would become a boat
your love
envelops me like a coat,
and become
sail-cloth against wind.
My tears would look like rain,
nothing
could give me a gain,
rather than
so much pain.
I would be
scattered around the way you sail,
in two shakes of a lamb's tail.
Now, your
letter in which my hope dwells
reaches to
the the shore of my heart,
but this
letter does not satisfy me crying my heart out.
I dunno my life will last how much longer. HÜSEYİN ÖZBAY
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