avatarHarun Reşit Aydin

Summary

The article discusses the unique nature of a poet's love, which is not based on expectations or reciprocation.

Abstract

The article begins with a conversation between two individuals, where one expresses that they do not love the other in the same way they are loved. The other person, presumably a poet, responds that their love is not based on expectations. The article goes on to explain that a poet's love is inspired by the human condition and the desire to create a fairy tale in their mind. However, the poet is often not loved back and lives and dies alone. The article concludes by stating that hope is the last breath that separates us from death.

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  • The poet's love is not based on expectations or reciprocation.
  • A poet's love is inspired by the human condition and the desire to create a fairy tale in their mind.
  • The poet is often not loved back and lives and dies alone.
  • Hope is the last breath that separates us from death.

Love for a poet is not the same love that you feel…

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She said: ‘’But I don’t love you the way you love me…‘’

I replied: ‘’Don’t worry, my love has nothing to do with expectations.’’

…Anyway, a poet does not love a person to be loved back, but because she is a human, an inspiration, he imagines that fairy tale in his mind.

And the poet is never loved back…

The poet lives alone and dies alone, nobody loves the poet, they ‘’pretend’’ to be in love with him.

But without hope, neither pen lives, no blank papers, nor the poet himself, damn hopes, a piece of hope…

…is the last breath that separates us from death.

Author: Harun Reşit Aydin

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