
One day I saw you with the eyes of love, since that day I am blind, without you I see nothing. Every day I cultivate your love in the soil of my heart. Only love you, no, I'm not selfish, the river of your faith will never ebb, my secret desires will be nipped in the bud by your cold disrespect and neglect. I'm not a poet, I can't write in the rhythm of poetry. Maybe I love you because I still love you. Maybe there's no mistake in trying to write a poem about you . I'm not a painter, I can't paint like Leonardo da Vinci, maybe I can try to paint the mystery of your body folds on canvas because I love your oil painting of the mysterious smile of Mona Lisa .
One day I saw you with the eyes of love, since that day I am blind, without you I see nothing. Every day I cultivate your love in the soil of my heart. Only love you, no, I'm not selfish, the river of your faith will never ebb, my secret desires will be nipped in the bud by your cold disrespect and neglect. I'm not a poet, I can't write in the rhythm of poetry. Maybe I love you because I still love you. Maybe there's no mistake in trying to write a poem about you . I'm not a painter, I can't paint like Leonardo da Vinci, maybe I can try to paint the mystery of your body folds on canvas because I love your oil painting of the mysterious smile of Mona Lisa .