No lexicon
No dictionary, no poem and
No novel tells what the love is in true way
Nobody, no professor,
No scientist describes the love exactly
Even lovers, too.
It is such a thing,
It is such an esence,
It is such a sence…
Ties itself with speed of light.
Clamps a person in such a way that,
Never let him go.
Mixes with the blood of a person,
Stickes to heart
Enters to cells by boiling,
Takes hostage the cells of a man,
Takes hostage everything.
Destroys the area and goes.
Never looks at monet and estate.
Wraps up every side.
Takes you away,
To unknown places,
To unsoluted enigmas,
First you like, then fall in love,
And then strong desire…
You waver between them and go on.

Selçuk Noyan Ataseven

22.12.2014 Monday
Cevizli/Kartal
İstanbul/TURKEY

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