A two-day, one-night trip. So much can fit into those bumpy rides with hard seats. A sweet journey intertwined with Oğuz, Ali, and Halil's Fatma. You know how it is—it's not what you experience, but who you experience it with. I'm so glad I experienced it with you. In two days, my heart overflowed and spilled out as poetry.

A warning, perhaps, or an attempt to distance and settle accounts. In any case, there is no situation that can change what happened, it is impossible. Maybe the poem is an inner voice after regrets...

The loving heart reveals its love. The loving heart defines its beloved, carries it in its heart, in its pen, in its dreams. Here is what a loving heart pours from its pen to its gazelle.