My apologies if I'm posting in wrong section. If someone could translate this for me in a poetic way , I'll send karma your way!.
"Who am I?
I am just someone living in this poetic Ottoman land.
What do I know about her?
I know SHE is beautiful, inside and out, tender, selfless, loving and kind.
I have not spoken to her as she lives in a land far, far away, but have seen her once a very long, long time ago. I have seen her picture, her eyes & sad smile tells who she is, her eyes shows her heart, her sorrow, but they also show her soul, dignity and courage...just like our Ottoman land.
How I wish I was half the person she is...
thanks.