Fatma’s Reviews > Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair > Status Update

>> Your breast is enough for my heart, And my wings for your freedom. What was sleeping above your soul will rise Out of my mouth to heaven. I have said that you sang in the wind Like the pines and like the masts. Like them you are tall and taciturn, And you are sad, all at once, like a voyage<< Any people out there who can read this lines and not feel their heart been torn into pieces?