"I tried to write a poem in Mandarin about you. I wanted to make you understand how I feel. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t. I tried for days. The more I wrote, the more empty my words sounded. At first I felt panic; I could not sleep for many nights. But then the pain would go away every time I saw your face, or just heard your voice.
I used to write poetry because to me, it was like writing a letter to God. To tell someone I couldn’t see how I felt inside. Then finally God replied with a poem more beautiful than anything I had ever written. He gave me you. You are my poetry from God, Orked. Let me hear your voice. Please call me. I’ll be waiting. Please call me, Orked, so I can sleep peacefully again." From Sepet.
I used to write poetry because to me, it was like writing a letter to God. To tell someone I couldn’t see how I felt inside. Then finally God replied with a poem more beautiful than anything I had ever written. He gave me you. You are my poetry from God, Orked. Let me hear your voice. Please call me. I’ll be waiting. Please call me, Orked, so I can sleep peacefully again." From Sepet.
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