Under this silent
Long eloquence
Of your sweet
Wet glances
Your pulpy lips
Perfumed, roseate
Brushing the bright blue
Of my immense, and infinite
Heavens, to the carmine cadence
Of my heartbeat, that softly whispers
To you, those freshly flowering feelings
In the rainbow colored, springtime gardens
Of love, where my heart yearns for your lips
Nizamettin Esen Haymanali
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