Love Poems
Slow time flows
Play the world with a play
Like your love
Just playing my love
This is the love you give
So I know how sick it hurts
This is the promise you made
So I know how much the pain is betrayed?
Is this the meaning of happiness
Which then becomes the abyss of suffering
Is this the dream you want to show?
Separation and suffering?
Oh, my God,
This love has made me patient
But that patience is a step toward illness
This love has made me understanding
But this understanding frees his affair
This love has so much to make me believe
Until even I was jealous.
