Inside me there is love even to a stone
By Dr. Terane Turan Rehimli - Azerbaijan
Again my eyes shivered,
How cold your looks are!
Your words as if are frozen,
There is no warmth in your words.
Ices have been hung from your eyelashes
Snow has been spread on your hairs.
As if the cheeks of the winter
Have been kissed by your lips.
You made my spirit to be cold,
Your heart is ice, your hands are snow.
Don’t worry that you are so cold,
Inside me there is love even to a stone.