Monday, 10 March 2014

MY LOVE

 

     You are the first flower bloomed in my heart,
          I will shed my blood as a dew drops on you so
               that you will be fresh as ever.
                   Where ever you walk, I will be an open grassland
                        to you.
                            In your dark room, I will visit you as a glow
                               worm.
                                    At the corner of my eyes, few drops of tears for
                                         you.
 
                       
 

 



 


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