Passion for love

I, my lifelong friend, crown my heart with almond blossom, at four o’clock in the morning, before the mist of light, light in the flower of my life a candle that lights the lanterns of your kind heart, after a short time, all my ribs twist and I sleep, I lean on your lost soul, and I fall asleep quickly, there is It worries me, it is more calm than before, and my eyes do not raise a child's tear, just one tear, my friend, was enough for my eyes to pour down a subterranean river of endless crying, your soul is asleep like a child falling in a deep sleep next to his mother.

Nothing beats staying here, alive to a broken glimmer of hope, a bit too cruel, I stand in the middle of the road waiting for a train to pick me up with my bags and leave it all, standing in the middle of an orchard next to a scarecrow eating myself from loneliness, or the middle of the garden I've always been I look at it as if it is a light from and to the light, but I do not care, I lost the passion for love, my friend, as if I will not love forever.

You know that love generates a passion that a person lives with compassionate to others, dreams of being a human being that embraces a human being, embraces him, embraces him, and beautifies the miserable life in his eyeballs. Rather, I paint a meaningless yellow smile on my lips.
I'm tired here a lot, I want to love and laugh.