Solitude...
Sometimes it presents beauty
But more often ..
Growing mood ..
Because of loneliness and boredom
Like a cold, melting taste
Slam me in the corner of fatigue
The love I have ...
More questions
Rather than happiness ..
Because the smile, has not reached the bottom of the soul ..
The love is still at the crossroads
What I can not afford ..
With reality
Why love, should always be a dilemma?
Exhausting sense and undermining reason
Because the desire hit the reality
And a sense of guilt over confusion
Can love, bring happiness?
When the taste is still in the dim
Its far from reality ..
So love goes in the pulse ..
And could there be a miracle?
That unfolds love .. in reality
So that taste is no longer a dream
But as the beauty of real love.
I just want a love ...
The real thing and it goes the way it is
Not the loveliest love ..
That catapulted imagination and dreams
Because love is a taste ..
Fused in the desire ..
Beautiful and happy there will be ...
If able to present ..
Loyalty and sincerity ... in heart and soul.
So love as love ..
