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.

Let's paint on the face of time a captivating picture in which the streets, places, and times laugh.
Let's be immersed in love. Let's fly without wings, for love is a vast world.
Have you seen love? How do you prevent a passionate heart from being fulfilled? How do you imagine you could restrain a heart melting with longing? It's incredible, even the trees we passed, and that bird, yes, and the light in your eyes that I remember so well and also, the screams, yes, how beautiful they are, it's amazing.
But how can you not feel, or see all this passion? And how can you not fall in love? Why are you so silent? Why don't you tell me I'm in love status ?

When my eyes see your radiant face, thoughts dance within me like warm shadows. The noise of your presence is what pierces my silence. Perhaps you would like to see my soul leap for joy across the meadows. Perhaps you don't know how the light of your eyes revives cities deep within me. Perhaps you don't know that you are the light that awakens every sleeping part of my feelings. Perhaps you don't know that.

I am a raindrop, and you know that rain is a love story that falls silently to refresh the depths.
Yes, I am just a raindrop that fell on your window in the morning with all love and longing.
I remember how wishes looked at you, and how the wings of the wind carried my silent kisses. But when the longing overflowed inside me, I fell on your window as a raindrop.
Yes, when my longing for you overflowed, I became a raindrop.

A sun with green eyes, this is what my heart knows about you, and something else I know: that whenever I see you, I smile.
I remember all your features, how elegant you are, and when you come in my dreams, you light up everything, and everything smiles.
I sit under the orange trees near the stream, and I see your face in the water and smile. Yes, whenever I see your eyes, I smile.
Wishes here fill my heart, flying apart but silence consumes me, and I quietly withdraw from everything. But as soon as you appear, everything changes. It is only when I see your face that I smile.
Why do I smile every time I see you? Why do I smile every time I see your eyes?

Your eyes are the color of the morning, and when they knock on the doors of my dreams, my longing shines as if I were a forgotten story that returned to your embrace before sunrise. I still walk to you happily, and your voice is a golden river whose pure air I inhale, telling me captivating stories. I see the green light of your eyes sparkling, where everything sings. Yes, in front your green eyes, everything sings. How happy I am with you and those unforgettable, colorful and soft moments. How happy I am with your pearly face and the smile of your calm shadow that captivates me every morning.

I will call you silently, speak to you silently, and whisper to you silently, for your presence and your shadow are enough for me. When you pass through my mind, flowers bloom, the sun takes on a different face, and the morning takes on a different color. When you come in my dreams, candles are lit, nights are illuminated, my heart beats fast like a gazelle.
Yes, I will love you silently and miss you silently, for you are a beautiful, elegant, and distant being like a chandelier.
I will not let you feel me. You will not feel my voice, my words, my fingers, or my touch when I touch your nice face in dreams with all my love. You will not feel my longing and you will not feel my eagerness. I promise you, from now on, you will feel nothing but that I love you silently, for you are something so precious, delicate, and so distant.

YOU AND I
You and I are a vineyard of grapes and endless joy. We travel in our small boat, never to return, as if we were a tale of green lapis lazuli, resembling your eyes. We travel on a carpet of wind, never to return, roaming the galaxy like spring butterflies that never know sleep. There, time is sweet like grapes. There, bright songs are released every morning. Then, we fly, yes, we fly and stretch our hands to the clouds amidst smiles. What great joy! You and I, an endlessly colorful night and endless satisfaction. Your green eyes and I, a joy that never fades. What happiness.

HOW OFTEN

It is easy to kiss a flower or travel far toward love on a long night? And it's easy to sing in the evening when the wind caresses your cheeks like a butterfly dancing among the trees. Oh, how the trees love to touch the face of the river. How often do your shadows tell me about walking among the colorful paths, and that it's something that delights the heart, perhaps one day I'll find a thread or a hand pointing to you. How often do I remember the features of your face on mornings caressed by the breeze? How often have I been dazzled by its captivating fragrance? How often have I drawn with your shadows an embrace and a kiss like strange travelers who have come from afar. They spend the night among the hills, their eyes only smiling between unforgettable waterfalls.

My breath is as hot as Indian pepper, and from my voice fiery chants flies. In my heart are destructive storms, but my eyes are elegant and furnished, from which flow raging streams whose water never runs dry towards you. My dreams are so deep and delicate; for I live in my deadly longing for you. How do you want my heart to have a roaring water that calmly irrigates everything?
I feel your warm voice touching my depths so strongly, but your elegant fingers write nothing. Thus, under the weight of silence, I always try to stand in the middle of the road and whisper in a soft voice in the ear of the days, hoping you feel the warmth of my touch on a green leaf that reminds me of your eyes.

I WANT TO WRITE TO YOU

This is how I want to rest a little, to get away from everything and everyone. I feel like I want to rest a little, and write only to you. Your beautiful presence is enough for me.
In the midst of my silence and this vast space, I find myself knowing nothing, wanting nothing, or searching for anything other than you.
I feel like I need to write to you. I will spend long hours writing to you, long days writing to you, and long years writing to you. This is a covenant and a celebration.

YOUR EYES ARE A LOVE SONG
Your words are smiling roses, like a radiant wedding night. Your heart is filled with soft lights that gently illuminate the place. In your hands are baskets of love that sway like small, moist branches amidst hearts and valleys, so that the paths overflow with love. When you draw longing in eyes and send sweet shards of love to the ends of the earth, the valleys fill with gazelles, and the rivers overflow with a radiant joy that my eyes cannot see, but my heart feels it strongly because your eyes are a love song in which I am lost.

WITHOUT YOU
Without you, I no longer have the desire to swim in the wide river, because it reminds me of your stories. I no longer have the desire to walk among the palm trees and grapes, because they remind me of your smile. I no longer have the desire to talk, because it reminds me of your captivating voice.
Without you, my fingers are faint in the wind, the wind that made them pale like my soul. How could this happen? How could I forget? It is part of me, part of my heart that melts in the midst of a strange longing, in the midst of a strange nostalgia.
Without you, the air is not sweet to caress my glasses, and astonishment is the daughter of your barren absence. There is only a dry shadow, and you know that nothing remains of me but faint dreams. Yes, my soul is faint, and my heart is stolen.
Without you, I am a stranger on this earth, stealing the sweetest laugh from time. In my pocket, there is nothing but loss. I am not worthy of this life, I look with joy at the pictures of my memory, and smile with sadness.

WILD NIGHT
For a long time, I have been sailing in my hat, hiding behind a wild night, its strange rains touching my dewy skin, so I go out into the middle of the field, a breeze scattered here and there like old village houses. On that wild night, I catch my breath to drown in a delicate smile like a lily that does not care about the sun or eternity, for the night is a captivating life and a legendary promise of everything wonderful. Yes, it is a night that overflows with joy from its windows, and despite its calm, it has alleys that expand to glowing colors. Its stars have left an eternal mark on my dream, so I began to fade in the place like a free traveler who knows nothing about coldness, for freedom does not know sleepy lips, but rather beauty must begin to shine in her eyes, and if it were not for the fact that I do not know much about what goes on in this wild night, I would have been a unique flower exuding an unrepeatable passion.

I wonder if you'd allow me to call you "my dear"? To be a star that no other star can approach. And of all the flowers, all the eyes, all the smiles, you alone are my dear.
I wonder if you'd like me to call you "my dear," and to rejoice in your eyes, shining like green lapis lazuli, illuminating the sky like a flock of birds and dreaming butterflies.
I wonder if you'd be happy for me to call you "my dear," to chant your name by all the names, and to live in your light after a long, strange darkness.

I flow into your shadow like a very delicate morning and I wander through the corridors of my longing for you, but I find nothing but the remnants of longing that devour me like a quick meal. This morning is bright like your memory, except that I stand there under that tree waiting for you like an ear of wheat, when you pass by with all your strange splendor and strange charm. I touch my heart to get closer to you, and I look into my eyes in the mirror to celebrate with your enchanting specter. This is how I live with your mornings that scatter in the place like grapes that are still in the age of roses.

Thank you for being my friend, your presence is a gift and a joyful world. Talking to you is a sweet song and a beautiful dream, and the moments of your presence are a strange reason for happiness.
Thank you for being my friend. You are a sunshine in dark days, a shining star in dark nights, and every strange breeze removes the worries of a gloomy day. When we laugh together, we laugh deeply and when we grieve together, we grieve sincerely. You are truly amazing.
Thank you for being my friend, my gratitude to you is limitless, and my happiness with you is limitless. Your smile in the morning brightens my day and lights up vast gardens in my soul, and your words in the evening water the fields of dew inside me, unforgettable.

Who said I'm a poet? No, I'm not a poet. I just sit there on the river bank celebrating your great flood.  It's every waterfall and breeze from the pure balcony where the voice is free and every story has no end.
Yes, I am not a poet but I can count the beats of my heart honestly, and see the features of light in your eyes clearly. As for those dark walls, they do not hear the call nor see your beautiful eyes because their hearts are gray and their hands are yellow.
Yes, I am not a poet but when your hand touches my heart, I see the depths and I burn without tears.

I asked every rose in our garden and every tree near our house to tell you frankly: Every year I love you more. Today, in this charming morning I spoke seriously with the sun, and we decided to tell you one fact: Every year I love you more. It is the last night of December and what I really remember are our moments where I love you more. Now, on this night, specifically in this intimate winter moment, I listen well to you and how Every year I love you more.  When I sit next to you, I love you more, and when I talk to you, I love you more. In fact, every moment I love you more, and every year I love you more.

I will smile this morning with all my strength, its silky threads remind me of your wonderful radiance, and its colorful birds remind me of your delicate tales that plant everything unforgettable inside me. Oh sun, isn't it strange that we meet in a boat of wishes and fleeing dreams? Where your golden hand weaves paths that know no calm. Back then, I was a free wild bird carrying in its heart every story that knew nothing about volcanoes. Isn't it strange that you have all this dew? Like a kiss that dyes my soul with the colors of the rainbow, so I take out in the midst of astonishment a delicate ear of wheat that overflows with happiness from your eyes, its beginning.
This is me, oh sun, a pile of undulating outpourings; I sail towards your glowing magic that knows no night or sleep. There; longing fills the very warm streams and embraces the very warm trees, so I vanish like a tale that knows no distances.

It is very easy to kiss a flower or to travel far to the east on a long night. It is also very easy to sing in the evening when the wind caresses your cheeks like a butterfly dancing among the trees. Oh, the trees, how they love to touch the face of the river, like this with complete spontaneity. How often you told me about walking among colorful paths and that it is something that delights the heart. Perhaps one day I will find a thread or a hand to walk with. But I remember the features of bright faces that we met on evenings filled with the breeze. How their captivating fragrance dazzled me. How often we drew with us a grave, a field, and an old hat. And we breathed the dawn like new travelers who came from far away. They only spend the night among the hills and their eyes only smile among unforgettable waterfalls.

How warm is your voice. And how I love to burn in my longing for you like a candle. Then I fly in your wide space like hot leaves floating on the surface of the water carrying all the wishes.
Oh, the warmth of your eyes that envelop me with fragrance like bouquets of roses confessing to you every morning that you are something sweet. This is how I shine in my longing for you, but I become weak before your green eyes because they are simply incredible.

Isn't it nice to live in a time that fills you with love?  So, I became more transparent and smiled.  Don't you feel that many of those stars have come together? There is little left to shine love.  Yes, I know, and I know it is a matter of love, and it told me about the deep gaze.  So, extend your hand to shake hands with the depths and overcome the strange absence.  Yes, I will and we will celebrate. Imagine if I were sitting on the hill and not talking to you, what would be the fate of love?  Yes, the fate of love; It is a matter of love.