Oh the beauty of her eyes
Hidden behind glasses so clear
They shine like stars
So bright and true
Despite the lenses near

Her gaze pierces through
Right to my heart
As she looks at me
Love written in every part

Her glasses add an air of mystery
Enhancing her allure
Her uniqueness her history

For behind those lenses
Lies a mind full of wonder
A soul that sparkles
A heart that yearns

Her eyes are windows to a world unseen
Filled with intelligence
Wit and dreams serene

So when she looks at me
Im lost in her gaze
For her eyes
They are the most beautiful sights to haze.

For **

-Özcan Sh.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

My eyes are full of tears
Now she’s gone
And I still cry about her..

I still miss you
I still cry about you
I still love you.

Do not forget,
I love you

No contact with her

Do she still miss me?
Do she still love me ?

How can i tell
That i still love her.