I stand and life in the the line of time
I look at past, and disappointed...

With full of sweat I stand in here
alone look for abjection self...

Life not about eat
life not about drink...

I met you in the cold of the night
You gave me warm, trough your eyes...

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...

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

Light of my life
Light in my heart...