The grave of love
The grave of poetry:
I had a love and I tell her about our emotion.
She was younger and richer but you are kinder.
And your love Spring became a red winter.
I leave you for the walls of your flat.
And I will be the first world poet.
And you will realize I can make you the happiest.
I send the same songs to my male friends.
I make them smile from their hearts.
But you made me head of gangs.
I tell them you are my queen and the prime minster of my kingdom.
No tears on your short false love , my black dream.
From the first love of our sad story , you build a storm.
What will happen if we get married and I talked to poetries.
You will kill me in few seconds.
You should have self-control and confidence.
What is the result of your jealousy.?
Sad , tears, and black poetry.
And you became near to get owner of love majesty.
I will explain to the next generations your great crime
And there will be festivals in the press on your great crime.
And you will be the killer of love in every time.
You build a huge bridges between our two hearts.
And love blood is on the walls of country and the cities
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