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Ayse.
My rose...
You're a flower,
a small gift,
You are a rose in my garden.
I see you open a small leaf
it is pink and makes me happy
it can make me completely dizzy
so now I'm in seventh heaven.
I enjoy the pearl on your leaf,
the pearl of the dew low
now you're here in my small garden.
I see mosquitoes dance
dance to the sun over your leaf
Now put the dew again over all
as small poles on your little leaf
hold up, however, where it makes me happy.
I take care of your leafs,
for not to do harm,
You have not so many leafs.
Just as this is the whole rose,
and a stalk without thorns,
it is soft as velvet .....
feel the little hairs around it.
When you open you up in the morning,
You are white as snow,
You can always make me laugh.
When I look at you
you get the rain to go away,
You do not cost anything
but you are my beloved Rose
I look after and love.
You are always in my heart
and when I see you, it is as if you are my rose! The rose in my small garden,
I wish you would say
it's me you wanted!
The stalk extends toward the sky,
when the stars are flashing as the flower,
reach for the moon which still be wide,
it reaches the sun,
as the sunbeams get the flower to open,
like a rose in my small garden,
You are a great gift to me!
THANK YOU FOR BEING MINE...
I go from page to page with my comments ... I often come several times each day... I note that some are not happy with what they get! I do Please note that I currently have 105 wonderful friends. I just wanted to tell that: It is impossible for me to make a special one for each! I'm just saying: If you are not satisfied, then feel free to delete my comment or delete me! I acknowledge with great thanks for friendship ... Ayse. 
I am just wondering: Why the people are coming back to my page again and again, after they have deleted me! To this people: KEEP AWAY FROM MY PAGE!
Welcome, Hosgeldiniz, Willkommen, Benvenuto, Bienvenido, Bienvenue, Bem vindo... If you will be friend of me, you,re welcome... but please dont invite me : Just for to have one more number on your friendlist... I dont want to be just a number for you, but a friend... It means, that you must visit me from time to time, and if you never come by yourself to my page... but always only with one click, send the comment.... I dont feel me like a friend for you, but like a number ! Hope we can stay in touch with eachother in the future... If not, i must take my friends list reviewid !!! Welcome on my friendlist my friend. Ayse
 My heart is bleeding! My heart is bleeding like a fountain, which can fiil up an emty river, with diamonds..... My tears are bring down of my eyes, like a thunderstorm, which are glimmer like a diamond... for the next moment, to be like an emty river. I have a wish: That the blood , which are flow down from my heart, will run until the emty river, and here be turn into a tear, which not are red like blood, but very clear like pearls, which are glimmer like a diamonds, like this who are stream out of my eyes. Maybe here i can get some comfort, and pick up some of these tears, if i can see the red colour in the river, for the big tears in my eyes, which are glimmer like a diamonds. Then i can start up a new streaming river, with clear pearls which are streaming, out from my eyes, which are glimmer like diamonds, and not red colour like blood.... Some says...... that the red colour are the colours of love... But when my heart are bleeding red, and my tears are looking like blood, and not are glimmer like diamonds~~~~~ Do you then call it love!!!
One day when you feel alone
Remember i'm at the end of a phone
I love you loads
And that i must show
I want to let the world to know
I have a friend, and that is you
I love you for all you do
Your face so sweet and your heart so gentle
Keeping me together when i'm going mental
Telling me you love me and that you hold me tight
Being there for me even in the night
Thank you my friend you mean a lot to me
Maybe now you'll see
How much you mean to me 
Kiss Ayse
Everything or nothing; It is a large room that here-we are many people-we browse after each other-we blink to each other-we look after each other-we write to each other-we talk with each other-we send greetings to each other-it is almost as if we all know each other, and become a big family.
With some felt it and feel as if I have family links with each other. I tell about my innermost thoughts and ideas and let it all float around in the large room. We tell each other about all the others on what they are doing now and say, and who they now are looking for, or been a friend of, or even more than friend, maybe some family, which makes the innermost thoughts and ideas to know that we always has been in the family!
I look into the depths of some behind-some others are allowed to care for themselves. Some are so far away in space and the same time, however, so close that I feel I can feel them and even smell them. It is a strange feelings just floating around in space, outside, I can feel or smell it. What is it for a scent, so it just floats around in space, but I still marks the diversity. There are the good guys, those smells good, some may I scents for a second time, the other must make itself!
Some of them are friends, others do not, some only for a moment. So I can not feel them, touch them or smell them more. Or not make, feel, smell, or see them in space.
Some friends come and go, the first being the admitted looked, and then perhaps re-enter a second chance, hey my friend ..... Some come so far into my room that I marks the smell of them, and feel that they are my family. I brands, feel and smells of what we say to each other in writing to each other, and will not take more notice of whatever we are friends, more than friends, or family.
They are never out of my room again, only if they close themselves off. They do so perhaps when the smell of space begins to disappear, so we will not be felt or feel each other more. Where will they go? And what will they do with me?
They will still be here in space ......................... the same, I am.
But space is large, large enough for all of us to make, feel and smell each other.
If you can not make, feel or smell me, press the button to space. So can the brand, scents, and feel that I sit on the other side of the screen, and yet in the sky. It is only a touch of a button, we can all feel, feel and smell each other, surfing, one after another, wink to each other, looking at each other, talk to each other, write to each other, send greetings to each other, become friends, more than friends, and perhaps become one big family??? Ayse 
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