O’ my love, hoping wounds
And wishing is the remedy
O’ my God hear my words
May my wish be my hope
That thou could fall in love with me
Through my forlorn poetry
That one day thou would love me
O’ my God, I’m begging thee
May my wish come true
With thee, before I'm through.
Beril
19/02/10
Poetry is one's break down between the writer's blocks -a failed attempt to get back to sanity
Melancholy inspires my mind
"The chemistry of mind and that of love is different. Mind is cautious. It takes its steps cowardly. "for god's sake, avoid yourself!" it suggests. However, is love like that? The only thing it says: "Leave yourself, let it go!" The mind won't collapse easily. Love instead frazzles itself, it gets devastated. However, treasures are to be found in wrecks. A devastated heart has it all!" (Translated by me from Ask, Elif Safak)
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