
I’m not going to tell you to go.
You’re cold, take my jacket.
These are the best hours of the day.
Stay with me.
I’m not going to tell you to go.
You know anyway.
If you want lies, I’ll tell lies
You will be hurt.
I won’t tell you not to go
But don’t go, Lavinia.
I will hide your name
Don’t know either, Lavinia.
1957 Ozdemir Asaf
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says:This is the most beautiful poem.