For your might as strong as your love
Which beckon my sorrow as stormy as the sea to heed your word,
And my fortunes as still as the dead to hear your still voice.
...... love endures forever
What if i wrote poems of you with my hand,
will the story begin?
what if I made you scream with my art on your rest,
and ended my hib of words on your bossom,
My visions are like circus,
My hormones are clowns,
I'm combing my hairs thirty and one times per second.
Every now...gave me something differently different