The Heart of a Woman Who Loves

Woman and her feelings

The heart of a woman who knows how to love is the gateway to heaven. That’s why heaven is under the feet of mothers… It is love even if a woman leaves, even if she comes.

There are men who can turn the love of women into hate, who are able to love in the most beautiful way. The woman, who did not avoid any sacrifice for the man she loved, took her revenge every time from her hair. It happens to the hair of the woman who is at the end of every love anyway.

Do you know why women do this? Because they didn’t want to have anything that belonged to the man she once loved dearly.

Men who don’t turn a woman’s love into hate know how to love. A man who knows what love is, knows the value of that woman well. Is there anyone who loves better than a woman who knows how to love and a man who knows how to take care of her?

A beautiful woman is a woman who can risk everything for the man she loves. Manhood, on the other hand, is that a woman has a personality that is worth taking every chance at.

The love of a woman who makes an effort for the man she loves is insatiable. For the love of the man who can make the woman he loves make an effort for himself.

I was a man worth your efforts, your heart’s scales did not carry me. He didn’t have the strength to lift either. Or I didn’t have you.

I am writing you a poem. You should read this twice a day….

To tell you my pain,
to pour me into you,
What a miraculous…
Nobody knows
I digested your departure silently.
Just like I love nobody.
..
If one day you feel my pain in another heart,
You understand…
I come to mind.

I think I’m growing up

I am not condemning anyone. I sit quietly in a corner and watch with my knees down. I am not angry with anyone. I’m not broken either. I say this is the rule of the universe. I don’t have a dialogue with anyone, I’m pulling myself into a corner now.

I’m not in a good mood lately, because I couldn’t find the value I gave.

I stuck pieces of ice and waited for dead souls to come to life. How enthusiastic I was.

Gradually, I passed away from myself, I passed the time.

I don’t expect anything from anyone.

I’m not waiting for the departures. Even I am leaving myself. Because I do not believe that anyone who leaves will come.

My muses are out of inspiration right now.

I’m broken, people run away.

The ones I’m with in all their troubles are ghosts.

I can’t explain my problem.
I cannot escape the depths.
I’ve been suffocating more and more since I’ve been gone.
A trip would take everyone with him.
New beginnings are over because of what shouldn’t have started.

Be as far away as you want, if you my breath, you are inside me.