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...

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

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