Poetry needs a non-literal translation, so here goes:

To describe you in words

For eyes to look at you

For hands to touch you

For my arms to reach out and enfold you

Is a lifetime enough?

To find one more like you, my one and only

There are some looks that make a person cry their whole life through

There are some roads that are hard to take

There are some hearts that are broken with pain

and There are some people that can never be forgotten

Don´t think that I am one of those who loves and leaves

My love lasts until the grave

 
Seeing you for me is like water

Living with you is like breathing

I can live for 3 days without water, but not without breathing

 I am in love with you.

You find me boring my angel, don´t dear leave me

I love you

!!!!!!!

the last line is a pun in Turkish based on the word for boring and f** being similar.

 There are always two choices. One is to act with your heart, the other with your head. Out of these the first is always the right one

 Tell me, my dear Oðuz.

 Yýlbaþý gecesi

 Benden çok selam!

 Neden hiç müsait deðil?

Onu çok özledim

Ondan haber almak çok isterim

First bit is ...

My love, if I were to spill my tears, would you wipe them away with your hands. If I give you this heart of mine will you come here one day?

Last night I decided to forget you, I wrote your name on my cigarette. I was going to be free when I had finished smoking that cigarette, but how was I to know that instead, I was breathing you in with every breath....

Bir sabah tanýdýk bir þehre girerken
Sýcak ve dost þeyler düþünür insan
Tanýdýk bir yatak bekler sizi
Bir çocuk yüzü gülümser anýlardan

Dost þehirler, sevgili, anne þehirler
Nice anýlar, nice mutluluklar yaþadým her birinizd... Devamýe
Delikanlý bir sevinçle sokaklarýnýzdan geçtiðim oldu
Kederli günlerim oldu aklýmý yitiresiye

Sonsuz kareli bir film gibi
Yaþamým geçiyor belleðimden
Tekrar etmek duygusu
Her þeyi yeniden, yeniden...

Bir sabah tanýdýk bir þehre girerken
Hüzünlü, tuhaf þeyler düþünür insan
Sadece o þehrin deðil
Kendisinin de deðiþtiði duygusundan...

One morning entering a city we knew

We think of cheerful and friendly things

A bed we know awaits you

A child´s face smiles with memory

Friendly cities, loving motherly cities

Many memories, I experienced many happinesses in each of you

I passed through your streets with the joy of a youngster

Delikanlý bir sevinçle sokaklarýnýzdan geçtiðim oldu
I had sad days until I lot my mind

It is like a filme without a last scene

My life passes through my mind

That feeling of repetition

Everything new, new...

One morning entering a city we knew

We think of sad and strange things

It is not just that city that has changed

We ourselves have changed, emotinally...

 Well, it is kindof short Turkish.

Literally:

You are married respect I will always respect your family.

Put the commas where you choose!

I suggest:

You are married, I respect that, and will always respect your family.