In your unseen love,
when morning opens its eyes,
the birds sing with longing.
And when evening closes its eyes,
I see a moon that reminds me of you.
Oh, my poor heart,
drowning in your unseen love.

THE COLORS OF YOUR LOVE
The leaves of your love tree are green, but they don't tempt your dazzling birds.
Purple is a stormy color, telling you that my love is deep and mature.
Blue is the color of love; it resembles your warm eyes, quietly inviting you in.
Pink is also beautiful; it resembles our whispers and holds hope for the future. And white is precious, resembling your pure soul.
Your love is a world of colors, enough to release a rose.
A red rose is a sign of love.
But my love for you is a bouquet of flowers that teaches us the beauty of colors.
The colors of you love are the sounds of birds and a beautiful painting.
But know that all the colors of love fade before your blue eyes.

Let me dream a little, for I am a man who hasn't known dreams for a long time. I don't know how to read words of love. Let me live a moment of illusion that will steal me away from this gray world, for this heart is a river of long absence.
You are the most beautiful thing that has happened in my life, and your love is the most beautiful page of my days. How can you possess me to this extent? And how can your blue eyes shine with such great joy?
My love for you is something I cannot describe, my feelings for you are something indescribable, and your smile is something indescribable. So let me dream a little before my happiness with you fades.

How does it happen? I am a brown-skinned peasant from the South who fell in love with a blue-eyed writer, who might once have been from the North.
She is a distinguished, beloved writer who feels the pain of the people and seeks to lift injustice from their shoulders. She writes about politics, which I know nothing about. It is said that politicians have theories and ideas, while I sit among the bean fields, hearing nothing but the chirping of birds and seeing nothing but the flow of the river.
She is the shortcut to beauty, creativity, pure thought, and profound wisdom, while I am that simple peasant who knows nothing about love or the Detian Falls.
How can she penetrate my loneliness? I am a peasant wandering alone among the fields. I had no idea that someone who falls in love with a writer becomes someone who loves reading and poetry.

I know you're something hopeless, and your love is something hopeless. But I'm truly happy with this love, so much so that I've come to adore despair because it's a beautiful depiction of love.
Your hopeless love is warm and moist like a flower and soft and delicate to the touch like a breeze. O Silent, you come in the evening, embracing my heart with the tales of the little leaves with great passion.
Believe me, I don't need a step from you. I don't want anything from you, not even for you to look at me or thinking of me for a moment, because I'm so happy with your love. I can't imagine how miserable I'd be if I never saw your blue eyes.
I know I'm living in an illusion, dreaming, and lying to myself. But I will never forget this happiness of your love, which is hopeless and illusory.

I am a raindrop, and you know that rain is longing. It fall tenderly amidst the noise to revive the lands of our depths. Yes, that's me amidst the waves and seas of your love, just a raindrop falling before sunset. That's how I flow with all my love and all my longing, onto your cheeks and lips.
How I long for those moments that deepen within me and plant in me an unshakable love. I remember what your eyes were like that morning, what your smile was like that morning, what your voice was like that morning. I look at you with all my love and longing, and I send silent kisses on the wings of the wind, but when my longing overflows, my eyes are drowned in rain. Yes, raindrops are tears of silent longing.
I remember so well how I was just a raindrop in the endless seas of your love.

If you only knew how many flowers I hold in my heart for you, and how much I wish to give you a flower every day, and write a kind greeting with it, and nothing more.
If you only knew how much I dream of pink colors with you, and how many beautiful paintings I paint with your smiling like the morning sun.
Your flowers in my heart never wither or sleep. I always talk to them, touch them, and caress them. How delicate and beautiful they are.
Your flowers have a distinctive scent and a special presence. They have captivating eyes like yours, and rosy lips like yours. And I, like a hidden shadow, flirt with your eyes every morning and kiss your lips every evening.
Your flowers grow near my stream, and I water them with love. They turn red, bloom, and blossom like a star and a gentle breeze. I water them with a waterfall of endless love.

I love your calm smile that refreshes my heart like a delicate breeze.
I love your indescribable cheeks, blushing like a field of singing flowers.
I love your beautiful soul that creates dazzling days, months, and seasons.
I love everything about you. And I love thinking of you and dreaming with you.
I love everything that reminds me of you, and I love your presence. When you come, everything disappears except your breathtaking beauty.

Suddenly, you are in front of me
In all your glory.
I speak to you gently
And look at you tenderly
Because you are something precious.
You are the whisper of the moon
And the truth I miss.


فجأة


فجأةً، أنت أمامي
بكل مجدك.
فاحدثك بحنان
وانظر اليك بكل رقة
لأنك شيء ثمين
أنت همسة القمر
والحقيقة التي أفتقدها.

I love the moon because its smile is as bright as your soul. It whispers in the ear of my dreams, telling me a long, never-ending story about you. And I don't want it to end.
In those distant, yet precious moments, the moon touches me gently and tenderly, showing me your face. It is adept at describing your eyes, your lips, your cheeks, and your warmth. O strange moon, how does it know you are this warm and tender?
It sits me on your shore in that warm world. It holds the water in its hands, coloring me with it like a morning butterfly, and wets me like a kitten. How happy I am with you.
One day, it whispered in my ear, "I will bring you her smile and her warm spirit." Then, there you were, in all your splendor and light. I embraced you tenderly because you are something precious and valuable.
You are the moon's whisper, the truth I miss.

My heart is so bright, not because of its soft whiteness, but because of the dreams that dwell in my chest thanks to your blue eyes.
I tried, like any story, to hide my flowers so you wouldn't see the trace of your love on my face.
My waters are warm, and all these phrases don't hide my longing for you. Yes, I am a prisoner of my longing for you, and it's not strange to see in my heart all the wishes that hide their dreams with a silent veil.
I am a story of longing; my rivers are nothing but a legendary face of waiting, and my boats are nothing but calls that know no destination but you.
I am your lover who hides his love with all happiness.

I will love you in deep silence and from a wide distance.  I will love you without a sound, a whisper, or a song. I will love you without telling you or pointing you out.
I will love you with every distance, with every despair, and with every absence. I will love you with deep absence and deep separation. I will love you from afar, look at you from afar, and be happy with you from afar. I will love you secretly and privately, between me and myself, and I will not tell anyone about my love, not even you.
I will love you forever until the end of life, but in silence and as far away as a star.

I loved the sea because it reminded me of your blue eyes, from which my beginning and end are revealed. I loved the sun because it reminded me of your golden cheeks. I loved the evening because it reminded me of your moist whispers. Ah, how often we talked about the morning and its radiance, and here you are with your Babylonian eyes, creating infinity in my heart. Your blue eyes enchant the place like an eternal lazuli honor and like worn walls polished with ruby. Your Babylonian eyes are sweet as honey, and like the eyes of an angel playing with a deer.
Your eyes are something indescribably beautiful. They look at me, and I smile without turning around. It is enough for me that when I see your eyes, I smile.

Oh, wild love, how could you invade the corners of my dreams and my closed worlds? You draw me into a strange passion like a traveler lost among the bamboo trees.
It is a wild love whose tales melt my soul, touching the skin of the water. It is soft, enchanting, and irresistible.
Let me sail endlessly into your eyes and disappear happily into its waves. I just want a stormy moment, where you surround me with all the glittering drops on your golden hills.
This is how my dream sings. I am not skilled at pretending, but the drops of ecstasy that wet the grass stir this wild love.
O my beloved heartbeat, where did you get all this purity? And all this glorious existence? When I look at your smiling face, bathed in pride, I remember stories in which no one is lost but me.

I will roam the valleys of love in the early hours of dawn, warming my glowing heart and brown horizon with your blue eyes.
I will give you a song you've never heard before. I carry it in my heart with the remnants of longing.
When I met you in the world of absence, your light so dazzled me that I sailed far behind your voice.
You are a cup of love inspired by wisdom. You are so similar to the pink birds that told me my eyes were ablaze with love.
Come closer, come closer, I am those meteors falling in the courtyards of longing. Come closer, come closer, hear my voice. How I wish I could write my name in a cup of love early.

Your eyes are my world, and I desire nothing else. I truly desire nothing else.
Your eyes are my world, and I have lived with them for hours and days, deeply and intensely.
Your beautiful eyes are my happy world, my hidden world, my only world, and my very special world, which I desire no other.
Your blue eyes are my beloved world. I do not miss them because they are always with me, and my blood inhabits them.
Your eyes are my world, and all these flowers, colors, rivers, and birds are an outpouring from them.
Your eyes are the world in which I truly live. Your eyes are enough for me, and for that I am very grateful to you.

Oh, beautiful, bring back my heart, my memory, and my dreams, which have always been colored by the pink blossoms of your soft hands.
Oh beautiful, when will my heart rejoice with your blue eyes? When will your train stop here under the shade of our smiling tree?
Oh, beautiful, didn't you know that the sparkle of your eyes has illuminated my surroundings, and that its magical rays have revived dreams and fresh tales?
Oh, beautiful, you haven't given me a chance to think of anyone but you, and I no longer see nothing but your eyes, and I know nothing but your love.
Oh, beautiful, don't you see the path of my yearning? The path of love instead of this pile of silence.
Oh, beautiful, what truly makes me happy is that this is the first love my heart has known, and the first train I have waited for with joy.

I am so happy that I love you. My days, hours, and moments in your love are unforgettable.
I am truly happy and grateful for your love. Without it, I wouldn't have felt this great joy, this great peace, and this great light.
I am happy with your love, happy with your eyes, happy with your cheeks, happy with your lips, happy with your smile.
I am happy with your love. In it, I learned the meaning of longing, the meaning of yearning, the meaning of waiting, the meaning of morning, and the meaning of evening.
I am so happy that I love you. You are a different person, a different kind, a different thing, and a different world.
How can I not be happy with your love when you are a dazzling, unrepeatable world, and a shining star that fills me with light and joy?

Your words are bright orange, dripping with honey. Oh, their magical clarity and captivating scent have touched me deeply.
Your words are soft, warm grapes, so sweet, so serene.
Your words are so whispery, like an Eastern poet melting in longing. I wish you could see his glowing heart.
Your transparent words are an endless gift. Their taste is as cool as the shade of a tree in lush fields.
Your words are butterflies swimming in a river. Oh, they are raindrops gathering glittering things.
Your words caress the face of the dewy morning and the heart of the humid evening.
Your words are cedar forests, in whose hands sleep magical tales.
Your words are beyond imagination, but they are truly a wonderful gift on this smiling day.

Your love makes me purer; its dazzling light cleanses every aspect of my heart, mind, and body of every bad thought or action. Your love prevents me from doing anything bad.
Your love makes me more honest; your honest face and genuine expressions keep me away from lying and falsehood. With your love, I live only the truth and seek only the truth. Your love prevents me from lying.
Your love makes me more beautiful; your blue eyes and rosy cheeks overflow with vitality, elegance, and joy. From them, I learn elegance, gentleness, and softness. Your love prevents me from anything ugly.
Your love makes me wiser; your wise words and truthful lips plant within me all that is wise, rational, and balanced. I become one of the wise men. Your love prevents me from saying anything unwise.

I love your name, all its letters, and the way it's written.
You don't know how my heart rejoices just by seeing your name and its elegant pink image shining on my page.
Your name is the most precious and beloved of names. Without it, no day is beautiful, and my hours are empty.
When I see your name among the names, morning comes again, the sun rises again, the birds sing again, and joy glows in my heart once more.
I love your name, its details, its colors, and I love how it affects me and makes me happy.
When I see your name, I rejoice more, I am more elated, I dream more, I love you more, and I adore you more.

Here, far from you, thirst inhabits the eyelashes of my eyes that long for you. The sunset has exhausted me, for there are no birds here, no bright colors.
Here, far from you, silent moments steal me and the joy of my morning. When will you rise? When will the colors of dawn rise from the distant galaxies? Then my celebration will be great with you.
Here, far from you, I dream of a cheerful smile hidden among your shores. Oh, my dearest one, teach me a warm nighttime sigh and a gentle morning smile.
Here, far from you, I learn nothing but silence and solitude that steal my breath. So, I look forward to seeing your eyes every day. They're the only thing that makes me feel like myself and come out of my loneliness.

My love, I trust you, because you are something full of truth and clear as the sun. My love, I trust you as I trust my eyes and my hands. Be my eyes with which I see your blue eyes, and be my hands with which I caress your rosy lips.
My pure and clear love, you are a river, you are a moon, and you are a soft nighttime story. My love, how I trust you, I trust your words, I trust your looks, I trust your whispers and your gestures.
My beautiful love, how wonderful you are! How delicate, and how soft you are. And how much I trust you. My love, I trust you, so do you trust me?

I am grateful that you are here, that you fill my life with bright and elegant colors.
I am grateful to you because you are different and wonderful.
I am truly grateful, and I have nothing but to thank you for this abundance, this contentment, and this imagination, all from you.
I am grateful, and I will always be grateful, that with your presence you revived a spirit in me that had been absent for years.
I am grateful that, because of you, I began to remember my smile, my passion, my voice, my journey, the birds and the rose; things I had forgotten before you.
I must tell you that I am grateful to you because your love is a wonderful thing that has happened in my life.
I am truly grateful to you because the happiness I feel with you has never happened and will never happen again.

Everything reminds me of you. Do you see the morning? It reminds me of you. Do you see the evening? It reminds me of you. Do you see the sun? It reminds me of you. Do you see the moon? It reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you.
If I look at the sky, I remember your blue eyes. If I look into my heart, I remember your strange tenderness. If you touch my face, I remember your beautiful face.
Everything reminds me of you. Even when I write poetry, the poetry reminds me of you. If I read a love poem, it reminds me of you. If I feel my heartbeat, it reminds me of you. If I see a beautiful bird, it reminds me of you. If I see an elegant rose, it reminds me of you. If I hear a beautiful voice, it reminds me of you. Everything reminds me of you.

How beautiful is this warm evening? How short it is! In it, I saw your eyes, your golden eyebrows, and your rosy lips. All the beaches welcome me, all the orchards and moonlight greet me, even the place and all the paths make me feel warm because I am with you.
It was a delicate, fragrant, and colorful evening, unlike any other; it celebrates your eyes and your bright light. Oh, this evening that loves your elegant clothes, your elegant walk, and your elegant smile.
I want to tell you something. I tried to send you messages every evening, to find you every evening, to see your eyes every evening. But I say it sincerely: I am so grateful, so grateful to you. You don't know how happy I am with you, with the memory of your eyes and the memory of your smile that never leaves me.

Your eyes are a morning garden of flowers overflowing with tenderness and softness. When I look at you, I wander aimlessly and endlessly.
All roads lead to your eyes, everything reminds me of your eyes, it seems I have no escape. I no longer see anything but your eyes, I no longer remember anything but your eyes, and I no longer want anything but your eyes.

How infatuated I am with your blue eyes, how imprisoned I am with your blue eyes, and how lost I am in your blue eyes.
I see nothing without seeing your eyes, I hear nothing without remembering your eyes, I wake up in the morning and breathe in the fragrance of your eyes, and no evening comes without me going mad with longing for your eyes.
Your eyes are my eternal illness from which I will never recover, I am certain of that.

POSTPONED LAUGHTER

Our postponed laughter will surely celebrate and light up the evening. Your love has given me a light that no one could have imagined, not even the poets sitting in the winter café. What a great joy, what bright colors!
I feel the fragrance of your love wafting through the alleys where the air is free, walking deeply without affectation or a straw hat.
Oh my God, don't you see this vast number of brightly colored butterflies? Don't you see that I would like to tell you about many things, whose whispers I have begun to feel in my heart?
I will tell you about a boat of dreams as I travel in the breeze. I wish you could have seen that. How strange it is, a swallow singing in the corners of my hope, and a sparkling river carrying me to a floating city. I saw them there. I mean your blue eyes shining amidst the trees, and on your lips postponed laughter, a faint color that I thought was your love.

Whenever I see anything from you, my heart blossoms and soars without return. I must tell you that I need you to feel myself. Yes, I need you desperately and without delay.
Come a little closer so that the flowers may bloom. I feel nothing without your nectar, and I am nothing at all without your presence. I only feel happy when I see your blue eyes.
Come closer, so that your light may fill my weary soul and my poor heart. When I see you, I feel my pulse and the beats of my heart, all thanks to you alone.
After a long darkness, I feel my soul that was absent and find my lost happiness. I feel the light of your eyes penetrating me deeply.

In front of your blue eyes all the joyful things sway before me, and dreams dance lightly and endlessly, penetrating me like a happy, unforgettable story. It's your blue eyes drawing a smile that melts all the ice the galaxy knows. I wonder at this enormous amount of ecstasy and joy, I wonder how lucky I am to have these moments that ****** me away like a delicate, invisible bird. In front of your blue eyes, I am something unseen. In front of your blue eyes, I am a pile of feelings that are neither felt nor seen.

Your love is a summer flower drawn by a dreamy lover, gathering baskets of longing, carrying them on a horse's back, and sending them every morning toward your blue eyes.
Your love is a secret, a magical tale that resides on distant islands within me that only you can touch.
Your love is the joy of the morning. When it opens its eyelids, I melt into its breath like a wet bird, and I sail in your eyes without a boat toward oases of warmth where secret springs lurk.
Your love is a wild tale, a journey into the depths of the soul, upon whose branches lie colorful birds. I wish you could smell its captivating fragrance.  Your love is a secret, something I can't tell you.

I am the remains of a flower in a thirsty garden. I stretch my hand toward your flowing river, counting the moments of despair that fill me with a strange solitude that places me on a forgotten cliff.
I am here waiting for you, waiting for your rain; waiting for your call without hope or a whisper. I have nothing but this unforgettable solitude. Nothing but remains drowning in a strange silence and a strange distance.
Yes, I am the remains of a forgotten story. When I wake up in the hands of longing, I recite all the passionate poems. How I wish you would shine upon the remains of my thirsty fields. How I wish you would feel me one day, to touch with your hand what remains of me.

Come closer to me, sit here, under this tree, here is a bird singing and a pink flower that never lies. Come, reach out and shake my hand. Come closer to me, and remove all the leaves of distance and gray veils. Come, let's sing of love, and write a poem on this beautiful night. Our hearts are warm and full of dreams. Come and sit; don't stay standing, for my eyes are tired from tears and my heart is tired of waiting. Come, warm yourself with tales of love, for our souls are pure rivers that never know cold. Come closer to me, let's write a new story.

I know you're an illusion, and I'm happy with this illusion, and that's enough for me.
I know you're something impossible, and I like to strive for you, even though you're something impossible. How happy that makes me.
I know you're a distant dream, but believe me, I'm grateful to be living this distant dream.
I've become so convinced that you're an illusion that I've given my mind and reality a vacation. I'm like the ancient sages, but I've given my wisdom an early retirement because I'm truly happy with this magical illusion.
I've become so convinced that there's no way to your blue eyes, your charming smile, or your luminous face. I've become certain of that, and yet I'm immersed in the dazzling joy of your existence.
I know you're an illusion, and what a beautiful illusion you are.

You and I are from there; from the world of beautiful hearts where we meet the truth, and lines that know nothing but honesty and purity.
You and I are a story of silver snow soaring in a wide space without falsehood.
You and I are a delicate hand and delicate lips in a sky far from the falseness and pallor of my city.
You and I are a very white voice, a very fragrant flower, and a very delicate river whose beginnings are from your blue eyes.
You and I are a love story, where your fragrance is endless, your light is endless, and your tenderness is endless.

Hold me close, your hands soft like a flower touched by a bright morning. They are a ray of sunshine, yet they are immersed in silence. Their eyes are closed, not wanting to see me.
Hold me close in the evening alleys, to erase this vast estrangement in my soul. There is nothing here but the sound of the wind, quietly stealing my joy.
Hold me close, the roads and windows like bracelets, speaking to me in a pale voice that no longer knows how to deal with its delicate suffering. I no longer know how to travel, and I don't want to.
I just want you to hold me close. Only you.

With you, I live in happiness, for your smile is something indescribable and unbelievable, planting in my heart every hope that never fades. With you, I've become more beautiful, for your blue eyes have drawn every cheerful color and every tender story on my face.
Only with you, I'm sweeter, for your lips are made of honey, like pink grapes. I can't tell you how I dream about them.
With you, I travel to magical cities, live magical tales, and live in magical tents that fill my heart with joy and happiness. With you, I've become purer. You're something that transforms everything around you into purity. Only with you, I feel myself, and I feel contained, fulfilled, and sufficient. Only with you, I want nothing else.

Here, your shadow captivates the place like a shining bird playing in the rain. It speaks to me with the joy of a lover, with blue eyes that sigh like a cloud that never tires of rain.
Your shadow fills me every day with sighs of longing. Here, in this pulse and in my veins, it dwells deeply. Your shadow has mingled with my soul and body, and we have become one.
Your shadow is as sweet as an apple, in whose space butterflies live among the roses, and geese dance in its waters like the songs of the sun. What a delicate shadow!
Your shadow is a field of bright colors, a gazelle swaying happily on a swing. It fills the leaves of my heart with dew and a delicate chirp.
Every day, your shadow offers me the songs of morning wet with the breeze. How it amazes and captivates me as I wander among your landscapes, touch your pearly cheeks, and drown in your blue eyes.

Don't you look at me? Don't you see that inside me are warm desires? But they're wrapped in a cold blanket. Don't you see that the snow is your touch, the fog your color, and the silence your voice?
Don't you see that? I can no longer hold on as I should, and although in my eyes is a love you cannot imagine and a flame of longing, I am completely collapsing.
In truth, I am now soft whispers and a torrent of faint, muffled calls fading slightly toward the sunset.
Don't you see that I dream of your blue eyes every night? Yet I tell you frankly and simply: In my quiet heart is a strange noise, a torrent of longing for you.

I'm still drowning in your little river. I still cling to the moment we met, even though I know your smiles are an enchanting world and your blue eyes something unforgettable. Despite the splendor of your light and your radiant appearance, you come to my dreams with elegant celebrations and moonlit music. Do you know how beautiful it is for your blue eyes to be all I dream of? I have become just a strange longing, like a painting on the water played with by the wind with its beloved pain. It is ridiculous for me to imagine that I would die of love, from looking into your blue eyes. If only you understood for once, if you would stop sailing far away, for your blue eyes to look at me; at my heart.

Your love makes my days as quiet as a rural tale. It makes me wait for you with a noisy calm, and when your face shines, I lean like a spike of wheat, and when your eyes smile, I turn into a heart that fell into the well of love long ago. Your love makes my days clear, without clouds or storms. Yes, you are my warm homeland. Don't you see that? Don't you see that my soul blushes when it sees you? Now you see that nostalgia suddenly flows, when your ghost visits me, it fills me with calm, a noisy calm. Every day, my coffee and I enjoy solitude; I smile at the dawn and sing to the sunset for no other reason than that I adore you and that I await you with a noisy calm.

I know you, and I know that your eyes don't lie, that they are as pure and blue as the sea.
I know you well, and I know that your smile is enchanting and honest and that it transforms the morning into a different and dazzling story.
I know that your radiant face captivates the place, steals the spotlight, and transports me to dreamy islands.
I know you, and I know that your heart is a vast space, filled with indescribable compassion and honesty.
I truly know you, and I know that you are as deep as the sea, your thoughts as great as the sky, and your words as brilliant as the stars.
I know you, and I know that you are so different and you are a sea in which I have drowned.
I really know you, even though I know nothing about you except that I love you. Yes, I know that I love you, and that is enough for me.

I won't tell you I love you, because I know that love dies when it's exposed.
I will never tell you I love you, because you are something precious, wonderful, and dazzling, and I don't think I deserve you.
I won't tell you I love you, because I fear being apart from you. Your presence makes me happy; your shadow makes me happy, and your departure makes me happy.
I won't tell you I love you, because I know you're not mine and can't be mine, so I won't tell you I love you.
I won't tell you I love you, because I fear losing your eyes and your smile that taught me the joy of life.
I won't tell you I love you, that's a promise. So never worry.

I know you, and I know that your eyes don't lie, that they are as pure and blue as the sea.
I know you well, and I know that your smile is enchanting and honest and that it transforms the morning into a different and dazzling story.
I know that your radiant face captivates the place, steals the spotlight, and transports me to dreamy islands.
I know you, and I know that your heart is a vast space, filled with indescribable compassion and honesty.
I truly know you, and I know that you are as deep as the sea, your thoughts as great as the sky, and your words as brilliant as the stars.
I know you, and I know that you are so different and you are a sea in which I have drowned.
I really know you, even though I know nothing about you except that I love you. Yes, I know that I love you, and that is enough for me.

Every day, I silently love you, I silently want you, I silently wait for you, I silently miss you, and I silently dream of you. This is how I live this silent love with great passion and great pain.
Every day, I joyfully write you touching and profound words, even if I don't know if you're reading. This is how I live moments of happiness with you, knowing that you know nothing about my silent love.
As always, every day I need you, I need your presence, I need your sight, I need your writings, I need your shadow. Every day, I need to tell you clearly that you are so precious and that you have taken up residence in my heart with all its strength, and this is what makes me happy with my silent love that I will not tell you.

As usual, every day, I search for you among my papers; I search for your name. You have no idea how my face lights up and a smile spreads across my lips just by seeing your name among the names that have passed by here.
As usual, every day I wait for you impatiently, as if I've lost something. I await your special presence, your special shadow, and your special letters. Perhaps I would like to tell you how happy I am that you came just to say hello.
Every day I write to you, I feel that you are close to me, listening to me, so I express to you what is inside me with a strange clarity that has never happened before. You are the only person I feel safe with, the only person I trust among all people.

I love you so much, but how can I tell you with all this vast space between us? How can I see your amazing green eyes? How can I feel your breeze touch my soul and my depths amidst this terrible absence? Your ethereal fingers caress my dry lips. My words are deep and sincere, coming from my heart, but how can I tell you that do if we don't talk? Your voice is so beautiful, but how can I hear it? Your green eyes are a strange world that attracts me so much, but how can I live in their soft light? You are a river of sweetness and a waterfall of songs, but how can I taste your beautiful smiles or see the sparkle of your eyes? How can I?

Your morning refreshes my heart. It tells me that love is something dazzling, and that it is a companion like your gentle soul.
A morning with you is something different, for you are the jewel of the sea that only a legendary lover can understand.
Your morning is delicate but also wise,where your voice is as enchanting as your blue eyes. Yes, your charm is something dazzling.
you were sitting there in all the light, and I couldn't get enough of looking at you. How could I get enough of looking at you when longing overwhelms me?
I couldn't help but greet you and seek you out. You are my eternal destiny.
Your morning was filled with longings hidden behind eyes and words. In fact, it was like listening to you with my heart, for you are the only one in the world who speaks to my heart.
Your morning made me a legendary lover.

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.