Author is died . The day my eyes stopped at your smile , The day my mind stopped at your style , I recognized love ❤ So don't write outside that rule , after the moon goes down . Why parables are of the greatest lovers in history for us? Why romantic celebration of love for us ? Let it be know that the spring is over ..... But don't erase the memories left in my heart about my moon But tell to the every birds ....... Love is born in my heart like the stars in the endless sky .... Tell her to go move on the hopes Don't say anything else Some day my moon will know That my heart is an empty sky f ull of mucus ......
Blown away to the wind...... When the wind has come , even kissing lot of flower petals Why is it so sad to lose one flower ? Even If the stars come to me from the sky , The day the moon didn't come Now I have only these teardrops. So.... what else can give? Tears are falling with every poem donated to get you. I can only say that . "I met you" Poems are not strong enough to say that ..... You are separated .....