You are the reason I am leaving...this romantic love note here...because you are romantic...You are sweet and make my heart sweet...So, we are sweethearts...I hope this will be a little surprise to
you.
You have sentenced my heart
with a complete heartfelt, expressing
love.
I tenderly love you, I don't know about
romance,
except I am driven to do that.
There was nothing that I have not told
you.
You are a woman beyond my dreams,
but I am afraid there would be a FUTURE
without you,
even when you will be by the side pepping
me up. She crackles.
You are always worried to end our love,
but not the relationship.
This has been a thorn in your neck.
The more you try, the more addictive you
say you become.
You don’t know why. But I do:
You are avoiding a situation where it
does not get to
“If you leave me I go die.”
The few days we tried to distance each
other were not cozy.
I had not only my heart broken, but all
my body.
The fever it eruptedwas so intense.
The heat refuses to dry.
The memory refuses to go.
Your picture refuses to fade in my eyes.
Your laughter, good heart and wisdom have
all been unique.
This is one time when I am not the strong
man I used to be.
I don’t know if you have become the man
that I have lost
or you are still the woman?
Till I met you, I didn’t know that
the memory of love is stronger than the
memory of death.
One unique thing about you
is that you always try to explore
all your ingenuity in your life into the
world.
You don't put your work into your
talents,
but you put your talents into your work.
Others have a particular talent, but you
have multiple of them.
With that, you teach us the power of
persistence,
which nothing in this world can take its
place.
Our
passion is skyrocketing,
our
hearts leaping in accord
with
each other's rhythmic beats.
I have
leaned on a few shoulders,
but I
think your shoulder is different and special.
It is
softer that I would have loved to lean on perpetually,
because
you patiently listen to my numerous problems,
unlike
those who jump into conclusion without listening to me.
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