That day
Your face was sad, dear
Even today
The same sadness
brings me closer to you
I have always seen
sad people around me
But your sadness
Is like that big house in our village
Beautiful and big house
Empty house, A new house
Making noises
But sadness is a thousand times more than that
While people say- 'I am very talkative.'
I can't remain silent even for a minute
Sadness resides on your young face like a calm and serious mature youth
And your eyes like two wells draw compassion from the depths
Compassion as pale as the sea
With a courageous smile
How are you?
Where are you from?
What is your name?
All this became meaningless when you said - what is there in a name?
And we got off the bus just a minute later
So many days
so many years
so many centuries passed
Then I met you
I recognized you
I found the same sadness
Which was your permanent emotion
I love poems
And I find reading as enjoyable as travelling
the world
You know so many people
You meet so many people well
You are distant even after being close to so many people
You hide so many things in your eyes
I have fallen in love with you
Your eyes are so pure and innocent
I am so afraid of you, I respect you too
I read your magazines with poems
I debate on them
I help you in your work
I give you suggestions
But how can I tell you, dear
When I talk to you about all the things in the world
At that time your eyes seem the most beautiful and lovely to me
I am not afraid of anyone
I am so close to you
That if I extend my hand
I can close you in my fist
But I am strange too
Strange I am close to you only by saying
I am close to you
I cannot say this by saying
That is why today I am writing this letter and saying
Dear, I love you...
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 馃槉馃檹 
