They say loving is a matter of the heart,
If I were to hold you close to my chest
Is loving you secretly the answer?
Like Adam plucking the forbidden apple,
Has it fallen to me to hide?
If I were to die tomorrow, memories would remain,
My daughters would be left behind,
Surely, my mother would weep,
Would my father open his arms to heaven?
And you, my love?
Not even aware of my existence…
Every dawn, my hopes are reborn,
My heart sings like a nightingale
While thinking of you.
First, I initiate our love,
Then I nurture it secretly.
As the sun sets,
Birds whisper a last love song.
Gradually, our world fades away,
And the dark hands of death
Drown in your longing,
Asks in the final breath,
Where are you? Where are you?
Beril Yabar
