I
love is indispensable passion
like bread
we finish off
we make it up again
either in the chaos of the cities
or in the loneliness of the mountains
all alone
you
you are my beloved,
who hides the avalanches in her dreams
if you lost your way as a snowflake
learn that hopelessness
is the stumble upon stones on the roads
hope
is the dress of our dreams…
II
and we should never forget
nevermore
to fall in love with someone
with the love of people
is the relief from decay
to ****
and to be killed cruelly
are the mistakes of human beings
therefore one day... if you are;
hurt and go away from love for a while
if the hesitancy ruins your dreams of sharing
if you're left unfaithfully
the reality is unique
beat about the bush is unnecessary
at the final analysis
every leaving
is the reason to look for love in someone else…
III
whereas, passionate love is singular
human is plural
there is no old and new passionate love
the most real death is
to lose all your hopes
the utmost collapse is
to give up from love
the most truthful return
is to return to passionate love
the nicest words of love
are the ones whispered by your voice
and this is the most beautiful one
among all the voices in the universe…
IV
they're right when they say
great loves have great risks
with deep yearning, be together again
of the true lovers
happens after they were
departed...
when one thinks love is dead
the most strongest revival of love is
to wake up all of a sudden
at the memories of yearn
bathing in the waterfalls
and cascading rivers
reaching to sky
pick up the blue color of love
and, to be borned, freely,
once again in your eyes...
V
for a moment... when you stare into far
suddenly, when lavas spew out
from the volcano of your heart
when yearn for love winds up your body
and if can't endure
be sure I'm blowing the winds of my thoughts
at every move of leaves
from very far
piercing the darkness of your dreams
a growing point
a fresh breeze from the sea
increasing up
wave on wave
and also be sure
if your heart become a pen
and want to go on own way
I'm waiting for you, opening my arms
these white daisies… in my hands
sign for yearn/missing of you
this is the waiting of a heart
never get tired of the wait…
VI
expectancies
formation of poems
flowing of life to stories
is almost the preparation to walking
of a crawling child
and then the first step starts
this first step means
to say "stop" to the monotony of life
without "delaying" love to the next times
to change the sough of sound to bird warbles
and being lost of two lovers
in one soul
that is to say
in the glory of the freedom of feeling
in order our grandchildren to be inherited
joining of two hearts, forever
by turning red...
VII
it is time my love, it's time
the pages of love opened for you, are new
the meaning of a cordial hello now
is the yearn of the beautiful days to be lived
roads are clear
lights are green
nights are the eve of the sunny tomorrows
breeze of mornings, flows
from the darkness of your black eyes
to the whiteness of your wedding dress
that 's to say
I mean, all the colors
sea
grass
rainbow
everything written for love today
everything to be said and written tomorrow
is for you
every breeze
every rustling leaf
all the songs of birds are
because of, you open the road to love...
Turgay Usanmaz
From the book "goodbye love"