THOSE WHO BURN İN LOVE
ANATOLIAN CULTURE PUBLISHING
Hazel eyed golden haired my beloved Your figure alone could set hearts alight who are you The moment I see you my hands start to tremble My mind takes flight my thoughts freeze who are you Are you a flower an insect a pomegranate fruit Are you the white snow falling in autumn s mute Are you the sorrow that sighs from my soul s root My mind escapes my thoughts go mute who are you A lemon blossom A thyme on the mountain A sparrow perhaps Or a partridge fountain Or a delicate gazelle with pride like a sultan My mind is stunned my thoughts surge on who are you You walk like a deer and look like a fawn From your heart to mine a river is drawn As you flow you burn me and then you re gone My mind stares my thoughts hold on who are you If you were a problem I d solve you with ease Through physics and formulas or chemical keys Id write you in poems in novels with peace My mind weeps my thoughts won t cease wico are you Arpacı you re smitten it s plain to see As if you ve knelt at a sacred tree You ve been swept by the wind of love s decree Your mind unhinged your thoughts run free who are you