My heart increasingly blue in color orange tinge...
Your silence has been violated markers patience...

There will never be a pain.
There will never be tears...

There are many poems about love
There are many bundles of tales about love...

Rain throughout the day leaving the scent of...
I steps wet asphalt of the city, scented wet...

Is it love? while greeting the morning sun no...
Is it love ? while scorching afternoon no longer...

Is A Poem That Chick, said,
Is the unspoken word, tucked under my tongue...

There are words strung into poetry.
Poetry created for granted...

Is it love? while greeting the morning sun no...
Is it love ? while scorching afternoon no longer...

Rain throughout the day leaving the scent of...
I steps wet asphalt of the city, scented wet...

There are many poems about love
There are many bundles of tales about love...