Started With You, Let It End With You

I think of you every
single day
You're my all, oh
sweetheart
I had the winds
memorize my songs
I always write songs
for the faraway
You're my longing,
passion, cause of
patience
My pen wouldnt write
a name other than
yours
No other name would
be pronounced on
this log
The one for whom I'd
sacrifice myself
The lover never
complains about his
beloved

I'm a senior soldier
in the company of
love
If I were to be
discharged, I've got
nowhere to go
I wouldnt bear any
other weapon in my
heart
I've cancelled all
addresses
I've no other real
beloved one but you
You're my all, oh
sweetheart
I'm not pretending
to love
Dont say "what does
this wretch have to
do with me?"
Love of you reveals
me, my voice is
hidden inside me
If my name will ever
be absolved, it'll
be with you.

Change your address
again and again if
you like
I'll find you even
if they blindfold me
I knew Fizan and
Yemen in songs
If I realize our
voices met
I'd burn all the
ships and leave
This is a contract,
try me
Drive me in the
wildest winds like a
cloud
if I ever do wrong,
forget me
I'll fire the last
bullet at me and
leave
I'm not a bag of
flesh and bones
It's not a damage
report that I write
But a letter of
love, o sweetheart,
before the end of
the days
And there's no need
to look to see
Your name sounds
beautiful in all
languages
Earth gets shaken up
when you appear
Only if you would
like to see
So, no need for
lenghty words
Tongue must be too
shy to speak while
looking for you
Oh my healer, my
queen
It's solstice I'm
waiting for you
I've started with
you, let it end with
you
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Andresen Avatar
October 29, 2013 at 4:12 PM
- Deep feelings ... beautifully written. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)
Yucel Avatar
October 29, 2013 at 4:14 PM
:) one who knows this cry is the one who listens to it … one who knows these verses is the one who understands ´em. one who knows these verses written to a lover is the one who had shed tears before. whoever wants to feel these verses in his/her heart, must listen to them first , understand their meaning, and then she ought to shed tears.
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