How to love in Turkish

© aNadventures

In Turkish, love is loud. 

It shouts out from all corners

of the setting sun. 

 

An explosion of sunflower seeds.

The sound of teacups

on a summer night.

Laughter 

while coffee reading. 

 

In Turkish, love wears 

casual pants

as soon as you get home.

 

It kisses your hands,

your cheeks, your smile.

It touches your soul

and reminds you

of fresh pita bread. 

 

In Turkish, love flies away.

Its wings are on fire

with pet names.

 

The inside of my soul.

My one and only.

And the like. 

I like you as much

as I like green olives. 

 

How to love in Turkish?

There are no words.

Just images as sticky as baklava.