When told to hold a pen in order to write a poem, br The sacred feeling over the mountains asks who I am br In response, that being is water flowing with soul, br Carrying the pieces of rocks that will never stay cool br br Initiate me with glance, br Fabricate me with one stance, br Litigate me to the divinity-sense, br Subjugate me along the ships of Pence br br Whether a mountain or a bay in the horizon, br Love is a sword enabling one to have fights br No matter which day brings another season, br The world has already swum with your lights br br Hold a pen, My Poetiwife br Have a seat by my life br Stick the bleeder-knife br The heart will only spell br And therefore will tell br 'Life without is uniquely hell'br br Okan Emanetbr br