“Open your heart to life before summer is over.”

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Lets breath magic into each other.

In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?

Summer left me like an almost lover.

If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

I feel blurry as a reflection in water.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.

One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.

The way she danced through life was poetry.

We fell in love because we were both summer souls.

Summer was soaked with you.

I fell in love with the way you wanted more.

Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.

Strong hearts and helpful hands are needed, and, fortunately, we have them in every part of our beloved country.

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

You are the oxygen and I’m dying to breathe.

A heart makes a good home for the friend.

If the eye of the heart is open, in each atom there will be one hundred secrets

Our heart is a treasury; if you pour out all its wealth at once, you are bankrupt.

On the meeting point of two worlds, the ornament of Turkish homeland, the treasure of Turkish history, the city cherished by the Turkish nation, İstanbul, has its place in the hearts of all citizens.

I wrote many poems about her and held her so close to my heart that she did not even knew a place there.