The embroidered rose

I cannot laugh like the full
rose in my embroidery.
I count the days and sift
through my suffering.
I could never hurt you,
my love; my darling, take me.

I have faded from a pink rose
to a white one, unnatural.
I am deprived of your face
as I stand across from you.
My love, I could not hurt you.
Take me, please. Please marry me.

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Çemberimde Gül Oya

Translated August 20, 2020

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