Reyhan

    Now, its madly raining outside. And Im at work. listining the sound of rain and thinking of you by smelling that flowers which you see.

   You are sleeping as a baby at home who is in far from the all evils of the world.

   And I came across this poem when I was reading. You know only poems can approach a little towards you the what I feel 



I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

Neruda