No lexicon No dictionary, no poem and No novel tells what the love is in true way Nobody, no professor, No scientist describes the love exactly Even lovers, too. It is such a thing, It is such an esence, It is such a sence… Ties itself with speed of light. Clamps a person in such a way that, Never let him go. Mixes with the blood of a person, Stickes to heart Enters to cells by boiling, Takes hostage the cells of a man, Takes hostage everything. Destroys the area and goes. Never looks at monet and estate. Wraps up every side. Takes you away, To unknown places, To unsoluted enigmas, First you like, then fall in love, And then strong desire… You waver between them and go on.
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22.12.2014 Monday Cevizli/Kartal Ýstanbul/TURKEY
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