The sun has set gently, waves in the gaps between the leaves, In the smile of your eyes, I see a river in the forest of colors.
The touch of love awakens within the reddish petals, You are like the spring breeze, blooming in the soft sun.
When a flower blooms, the sky smiles silently, The shadow of someone like you is mixed in the form.
Seeing you, my mind gets a different light, As if waking up to the smell of morning dew.
Tell me, what is love? I say quietly, As simple as these flowers, yet how much I sway.
Just as the sun falls on them and bathes them in soft love, In the same way, your name comes to my breath.
At the end of the day, the sun sets, the light falls obliquely, When I think of you, my mind becomes bright and shiny.
A little smile, a little melody, a little soft touch, A person like you must be a blessing blooming in the sun.
Flowers sway in the wind, I see in them, As if the scent of your hair wafts through every night.
If you are by my side, the world becomes a song, My every soul is tied to the melody of your smile.
The flowers also know that when you come, they change color, They call your name, making a soft sound.
No one knows how to give a red touch like you, When you come, even the wind says love is its name.
Shadows fall under the leaves, time stands still, In your eyes I see all my victories.
This flower, this light, the smell of this world, All have merged in your name, the bond of love.
Maybe one day I too will be like that flower, Colored in the sun, dancing in the wind, the wound of love.
If you touch me once, my heart blooms silently, I become a flower like you in the form of your form.
When you smile, morning comes, when I think of you, it rains, Your touch means that the world is my vision.
These flowers are the witness of my love, I write the interpretation of colors with love for you.
