hay ... my esteemians friend this time wrote poetry about love, please you read below.
In night racing I try to close this eye, but it can't be closed. I don't know what is going on in this self, whatever it is in this mind, somehow how to harbor this feeling. This is the name of Love, or is it just my feelings. Want me to start knitting the thread of love again, I want to try to reach my lost love, but I'm afraid of being hurt again. Let my time pass through without you, until at a time when someone will be able to wake me from a nightmare that has always haunted me.