Love

I come every morning to the beginning of this street 
thinking that you will pass from here 
I wait, wait, and wait… 

when you are seen from far 
my heart does not fit to its cage, 
tulips bloom in me… 
an inexplicable warmth embraces my body 
I burn from top to toe… 
I do not see who is on the street, I cannot see.
 
I do not see the trees 
and when you approach 
freezes my blood, freezes my mind 
freezes my soul… 
everything freezes in me 

you just pass by, 
it does not change anything whether I exist or not 
it does not matter for you, for the world 
or for the sun 

when I return home 
I carry a dream with me… 
there is still a reason again 
to overcome the dark and cold night 
still a reason for me, 
another reason to reach tomorrow morning, 
I will run again, 

I will run again the following morning 
to the beginning of the same street

Ahmet Yalcinkaya
© Translated by Richard Mildstone

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