Poetry: Don’t fall in love with a poet woman

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Waterfall in Gramsh, Albania

Don’t fall in love with a poet woman,

She will love you with words that burn,

With verses rising from the depths of her heart,

Turned into arrows aimed at your soul.

Margarita Llapushi Zeneli, an Albanian poetess, based in German, shares her poetry

Margarita Llapushi Zeneli- Sindh CourierMargarita Llapushi Zeneli was born on June 14, 1976, in Holtas, Gramsh, Albania into a modest yet deeply humanistic and spiritual family. Starting at a young age, she stood out for her exceptional talent in art, excelling in recitation, creativity, and design. Her passion for literature and the arts became evident in primary school, where she actively participated in every artistic event. Margarita completed her elementary education with excellent results. However, due to family circumstances, she was unable to receive a scholarship and later could not finish high school. Margarita married in 1996 and moved to Tirana two years later, where she focused entirely on her family, committing herself wholeheartedly to raising her son and her daughter. For over a decade, she worked in the clothing and footwear industry to support her family, yet her passion for creativity endured. In 2015, she immigrated to Germany with her family, where she began rediscovering her passion for poetry amidst the challenges of adapting to a new life. Margarita’s first poetry collection, “The Voice of the Soul”, was published in 2021 and warmly received by readers and critics. In 2022, she brought out two more publication: the poetry collection “Come into My Dream” and her debut novel “The Triumph of Love,” exploring the resilience of the human spirit. In 2023, inspired by her deep connection to her birthplace, she published “Holtasi – My Homeland, Our Homeland,” a tribute to the village that shaped her identity. During the same year, she suffered the significant loss of her father in October, a man she considered her idol and inspiration. In 2024, together with her brother Ajet Haxhiu, she honored his memory by publishing “Beyond the Name,” a touching collection of treasured memories. Currently, Margarita is preparing to release another poetry collection and is nearing the end of a children’s book featuring poems and fables.

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Gramsh, Albasan, Albania

DON ’T FALL IN LOVE WITH A POET WOMAN

Don’t fall in love with a poet woman,

She will love you with words that burn,

With verses rising from the depths of her heart,

Turned into arrows aimed at your soul.

She will see you as no one else does,

Not just a man, but a secret universe.

She will read between the lines of your existence,

Unearth you like a forbidden page

From an ancient, forbidden book.

Don’t believe her when she says “I love you.”

Her love is no quiet sea,

It’s a fierce storm on lonely nights,

A story that never stops being written.

Don’t fall in love with a poet woman,

She will make you feel immortal,

Yet at the same time, she will steal you away with her immortality.

She will make you her muse,

Her unwritten poem,

A haunting refrain she can never escape.

She is art, but also pain.

She is light, but also shadow.

Don’t fall in love with a poet woman,

If you’re not ready to become a verse

She will never finish.

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Gramsh, Albasan, Albania

I REMEMBER YOU

I remember you every moment,

Like the last sound of a word

Still lingering on my lips.

You are the gentle breeze that touches my face,

As I walk the streets

Where your footsteps no longer fall.

Your shadow follows me,

Haunting every place where you are not,

In the silence of a dinner,

In the fragile clink of a glass.

I remember you every moment,

Not as a fleeting dream,

But as something you once were,

Now made heavier by your absence.

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unnamed (3)DON’T ASK ME

Don’t ask me why I love her,

Why my heart trembles when she appears,

Why I lose my steps

As I run toward her,

And why the world fades in her shadow.

Don’t ask me why her voice,

Like the waves of the sea, fills my soul,

Like a melody that is never forgotten,

Turning my days into life and

My nights into dreams.

Don’t ask me why the scent of her hair

Is like spring fragrance in my winter,

Like a breath that never stops,

Like a rainbow that lingers in the rain.

Don’t ask me why I love her.

Because love has no why.

It simply is.

Like light.

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