Nizamettin Esen Haymanali Poems

It’s a warm glimpse
so tender, innocent
and dark blue
in your eyes
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Like a pink bud rose
Unaware of its beauty

You sleep in those arms
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Those mellifluous flowered love words
You whisper sweetly, softly to my ears

Like these buzzing bees fluttering down
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O my love, I always miss you
Through this misty morning
Of your passionate rosy lips
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Hatred slowly sharpens
Its sword at a corner

As heart softly warms
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I always remember
That magic geometry
Of your enchanted face
Which softly bewitches me
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