Her heart is not red...it is the purest of white
With his fingerprints embroidered upon it
They are as soft as velvet, but as secure as etchings in a marble statue
She could let him go.
He could wander away
But she will never lose the imprint of his touch.
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On my journey towards him...
PoetrySo many roads...I see mine traveling to a man I wish I had met twenty years ago. Here is the poetry I have written to him from September 2014-February 2016 Seni çok seviyorum, sevgilim, sonsuza kadar.
