MEMORIES OF THE STREETS

Let us become the living memory of these winding streets,
Except for one path, untouched by our tender kisses.
May no bus stop be left, as we stroll to adorn the city with our love,
Discovering silent words that mirror newfound joys from above.

Whenever we arrive, rain descends, a gentle embrace from the sky,
Your face etched on misted windows as time swiftly passes by.
A prolonged twilight begins to unfold, casting shadows all around,
Acacia bubbles appear, and blossoms bearing your name adorn the ground.

In the evening, we pause at a friend's welcoming abode,
Sipping coffee as you rest your head gently on my shoulder, the love we share freely bestowed.
Your rose transforms into reyhan, the scent of devotion in the air,
And as we linger, the melodies of returning birds declare that all is fair.

Every balcony seems to echo with the soothing sound of violet,
Perhaps we'll find our way to beauty once more, in love, we'll be set.
Parks, whose names have changed, beckon us with newfound light,
Houses long closed awaken, their interiors aglow with a welcoming sight.

Children's laughter fills the air, pure and unbridled,
Those who once silenced their own voices now find their joy rekindled.
Let us become the living memory of these cherished streets,
Where our shared moments reveal newfound joys, akin to beauty in its purest beats.

In our love's embrace, may it rain endlessly, a blessing from above,
As we uncover silent words, and let the vines whisper secrets of our love.
If we venture forth once more, let us journey side by side,
Discovering new joys that mirror the beauty found in sadness, a love that cannot hide.

So let us etch our story into the very essence of these streets,
For in our shared moments, we find new joys akin to the beauty of sadness, a love that truly beats.