What an ease to scream to silent hills,
"Hear this heart out, lover be thy name."
But sadly it is not the silence that kills,
Rather tides of heart one cannot tame.
The tides are restless, tides are raged.
Lover's a pebble drifting in its wrath.
Screeches eternally heart, once caged,
No mortal woe can obstruct its path.
Eyes are closed, love leaves blinded.
Sight once lost cannot be restored.
To pain and misery lover is binded.
By the slave, the master is adored.
Whips and chains of love and misery,
All fly amidst the sad heart to torture,
By eternal screech, lover's left weary,
Constricted the heart is put in seizure.
There is only one cure for the demise,
Such a cure that soothes all open scars,
It is not a bottle nor powder for eyes,
But a boon raising the soul to the stars.
None has found the antidote to heal,
A plague without braving hardship,
But warranted is this generous deal,
Won't sink those who ride this ship.
A doctor seeks the cure for a disease,
By understanding germs responsible,
If the lover has a naive heart to please,
He must understand love irrepressible.
To elucidate the ways of love, the heart,
The awe of humanity, is the specimen,
Understanding one's most vivid part,
Is understanding every breath taken.
Love's why the heart exists, love is all.
Without love, man has no existence,
None is more charming than its call,
To bathe in its showers is insistence.
A feeling so sacred can only be divine,
How can mortal be the source of awe?
In desperate hearts, we all carry the sign.
It is His greatness of art that man saw.
Flesh does not bless beauty upon one.
The vivid eyes are sight for Him to gaze.
It is foolishness of man to have done,
An idol of world in the mind to praise.
Seek the love of the bestower of love.
Search for emotions that bear truth.
With the love you have found above,
You shall forget the crimson fruit.
Written to my dear friend Çatlı...
