1993
The other day, with out saying a word, you were urging me to recite a poetry dedicated for you,
With out saying a word, with a hint you asked me, to say and write a prose for you.
Your eyes moved me, your eyes were full of superb words, incited me to do so.!!
What should I write?!! I said
Well, I can tell the truth-the shorten way between hearts.
The truth~
I loved you indeed, when you loomed, from that day on-the day while I was looking for a special individual, unique girl like yours.
Since then, you became my worry-and a major worry.
Then I tried to know and perceive, or puzzle out my worries and learn about your beauty-the secret of your beauty..!!
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The other day, you came and became a power, which empowered me in more approaching, when I found you out there, as the most important than any thing I ever thought of.
That day when you felt me, and I felt you- the day you appeared, I noticed while you were whispering your girl friend- I sensed you were telling her” why that guy keeps staring at me.”
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That day, when you and I made our selves known to each other, you were silently shouting at me, it looked like you were saying” how could you move into my life so soon trying to make affair with me, violently with out a permission opening my heart door, why you would like to do so..?!!
It looked like you were saying this, while regretting for what you had said, and with a coquetry manner your eyes were saying "sorry love I didn’t mean it."
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The other day when we felt of each other.. it was our love’s day-the love which have been so long imprisoned within our hearts, forbidden in our country for ages, yet, excist everywhere, agitated in different ways.!
That day, in the loving temple, with those aroused emotions, excited feelings, it seemed as we had gone back to our childhood days, along with pureness and innocent deeds.
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Your grieve, ardent looking was made up out of three words:
you, and I , and a love~
me-the renovator, you-the freedom fighter,
and along with a mysterious love.
That day, your intensive and delicate looking, was not a traditional one, while getting along, you were demolishing the walls of "the regarded love as a sin." When you were erasing the slogans of "the not allowed love" off the society’s walls.!
When with the heart’s telescope, you were observing my thoughts, stepping forward, wishing to tend yourself in an affair only for a while-the while which holds all your existence.!
You were hiding yourself from the boredom, from hatred, from the death..!!
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You want to be disobedient, adventurous, only on behalf of love, when we met, and our youth with the life's flowers got perfumed .
And the love drops lit every where, washing our blessed hearts.!
A poem by ibrahim surchy
South Kurdistan