Tides Of Sorrow, Dedicated To My Secret Love Poem by Okan Emanet

As in the form of a wavy sea
Tides of sorrow are in such a pursuit
The clicks on my heart stink and flee
Eradicating the sense in my soul, erasing love fruit
Tempted to weep in every second to pond
These eyes will account for the would-be river
Where the early lovers would swim, being quite fond
Some melody whispers merry, curiously making me surrender
Some song listens in to me, as if I were an inspiration
My visits to heaven get soaked rather tenderly
My journey to morrow is equipped with allegation
You have missed all the hours to touch gracefully

Tides of sorrow are snowing into my soul
Prays on your ways cling to the slope as a whole