I am thirsty for you, and all I have in my hand is a flower and longing. I am so thirsty for your blue eyes, and for your unforgettable radiance. How did all this happen without me knowing? You are rooted inside me and penetrate deep into my soul like a precious and unique treasure. Perhaps you do not know that I live on your memory, I search for your name and your smile. Perhaps you do not know that I kiss the letters of your name passionately, and hug your pink picture passionately, hoping to be quenched, because I am always thirsty for something from you. Perhaps one day you will think of passing by here, just to say hello, just to see your blue eyes, it will be enough for me and quench my thirst.

Isn't it beautiful to live to witness my heart filled with love? Love is something pure and wonderful, like your blue eyes. I only knew it through your smile. You who taught me love. Don't you see that I become more beautiful when I talk to you about love that transcends everything? Don't you feel that my moments smile when I talk to you about love and that a part of me remains bright? Here I am, waiting for the rain; do you see this flower, it's my heart? And do you see this cloud? It's your smile. Yes, I know you are inside me, and I also know that you are a magic that never leaves me. Here I am, talking to you about love to shake hands with the depths. Yes, when I talk to you about love, your spirit embraces me, and when I talk to you about love, I kiss you in secret.

Only with you do I begin to feel my absent and strange self. You are the blue stream that revives all the deadness within me. Only with you do I feel happy, for the effect of your presence is unimaginable.

Only with you am I so real, may be strange or unfamiliar, but I am free. Yes, only with you am I real and free, and that makes me happy.

Only with you do things take on a different face, times take on a different meaning, and waiting takes on a different flavor.

Only with you do I feel for the first time that I have found something that I have taken so long to find.

Only with you do I feel hope in your hopeless love. Yes, only with you do I know happy moments.

I don't love you, but I miss you so much. I don't love you, but when I see you, I melt with longing.

Who said I love you? But when you're gone, I feel lost. Time fades with you like a cool breeze before sunrise, and laughter fills the space like colorful butterflies.

I don't love you, but your face never leaves my mind. I don't love you, but whenever I remember you, I smile. I don't love you, but I'm truly afraid just imagining your absence from me.

Every day I wait for you with heat and longing. I wait under that tree like a wet bird, like a withered flower, and when you come, my face turns red and I fly with joy like a feather.

Perhaps you don't know that I have no other friend but you. You appear every day with warmth filled with love, teaching my heart loyalty.

Here, a desert heart quenched by your smiles, trusted you, and threw all its weight into you.

You are the only friend I speak to tenderly in front of the screen. Yes, you are my only friend because I have come to know how pure you are. When my hand touches your name, flowers bloom, and when my eyes see your image, my soul is purified and smiles. Yes, you are my only friend, and here is a heart carrying love on its back, and greeting in its eyes, and a painting of the most beautiful stories, you are the heroine of it; my pure friend whom I adore.

I will stay here, behind the silence and behind the curtain, sitting alone at sunset, remembering you.

Yes, I will stay here without you because I have learned the meaning of love and fear? And I have learned how deadly the moments of separation are? This distance is slowly killing me, stealing my soul that never tires of mentioning your name.

I will stay here, stumbling among the memories you left inside me. Ah; how intense is this separation. It spreads me in the air like the wind, so I touch your cheeks with all my love, and I delve into your lips with all my tenderness. Then I return with a story written by separation and your stinging distance.

Love has a magical, wondrous garden where longings sleep, like a rainy night that opens its eyes at dawn, so the souls of things and their desires smile in rosy hues.  And here you are, a flower of love with all this profound impact. In your blue eyes lies a magic that makes me forget everything. Don't your words smile like an Indian wedding filled with joy? Aren't your eyes filled with lights that illuminate the place, and aren't your hands filled with a unique fragrance? With your love, my depths fill with a joy your eyes cannot see, but my heart feels it strongly, and that's enough for me because you are a flower of love.