These fresh sunbeams <br />so timid and hesitant <br />softly brush, caress <br />and warm tenderly <br />those morning roses <br />that bloom secretly <br />in the infinite fields <br />of my sleepy heart <br />addicted to you<br /><br />Nizamettin Esen Haymanali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-addicted-to-you/
