Love Poet

"Short and Sweet"

Love appears in me, in the form of poetry

No canal water, in the inner ink of my cell,

The paper spoke to me, and sweet is thy word,

Leave this burden on me now!

The flower that blooms in the morning, the iris that knows the wind

The poet who sings, the saint who knows nature,

A language that blossoms, a thread that twists passion,

The color spread like a silk dress, the abyss that pulls out the teeth!

Sweetness, my word, spin like two wheels,

My soul was wrung, narrowed, narrowed,

My child joked!

Seen, I think with, never dreams,

Even with doors, you have no dignity.

I never see, think, dream,

Even after conquering and conquering, there is no rest in the legs.

There is a mind, a pleasant, sweet story to tell,

There is no series in the world, always write a story!

Note:

We should always act in consideration of the disloyalty or good done to one.

This poem is dedicated to those men.