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...

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

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

Minded people who knew?
Your expression, say and do...

Light of my life
Light in my heart...

Even though the arch of the rainbow as the mouth...
Can you become like a rainbow, which in any...

If he hates you, does not mean he does not love
Hatred contains the hope that people hated to...

Nothing run chased mountain
Nothing exhausted drawn sea...