Writing is the star of our life

79_ Where is he?

_Where is he, comrades, that I see him, tonight, have prolonged the absence? I see him missed our appointment, have I not told one of you about the reasons?  Those questions I kept repeating throughout the evening among the companions!  Hello, they said, Turkish sister, you still love him?
I said, "Yes, I adore him, and does my love for him be reproached!"
So, tell him your love is enough for you, my sweet sister. We see him, if your name is not mentioned in front of him, the fingertips tremble and the fringes flutter.
I watched his small steps as he approached me as he approached Dent until he came in front of me, and with her gentle voice she said, “Where are the comrades!
Now in front of me, that is a moment that exceeded the comprehension, the people of the moon visited the earth tonight or am I sailing among the clouds!
I turned his face with a bright full of hearts, and his cheek was surmounted by the kindness of love Clusters of cherries and grapes, and I looked at him and looked at me tomorrow, the gaze descended on the goodness of life as it descended on the branches of doves and the scent of the night soaked in the fragrance of lavender,
In a faint voice, he said, “I remember that you gave me a book one day and among its papers was a red rose. Turks forgot it, or was that a coincidence?”
I said, but it is admiration that I have loved you for a long time, but I was in my heart. I feared that I couldn't find acceptance from you, or that rejection would be an answer.
I love you, my sweet, is that answer.
I felt at that time that my lungs sprouted bushes from the pulse, and in my heart a love apple bore fruit.
We were doubled in the feeling of a twitch, eyes embracing, in our eyes slept with jugs of coffee and a sash that shuddered through us, and a moment of shiver, It opened until I felt my heart melted in his heart.