No Master's Love

Alone in the silence of the night thoughts fly across the clouds without direction and purpose, the gaze of the heart is tormented, where does the direction of the heart feel empty without a touch of passionate love but only an illusion as if holding hands in front of the eyes immersing romance increasingly languishing love should not be suppressed but must be felt leaving indicates the heart has crushed in the fan by a raging storm of jealousy blinding sincerity empty heart feels deep scratched painful wounds turbulent deep level no more words of affection, love, respect all have been lost by time and painful circumstances really reality has snatched a small heart waiting for unlimited love by roars and roars time.

At least I have struggled but you have never felt the depth of tenderness of love, the sweetness of the hug and the white touch of the hand touching the sensitive area, evokes the deepest feeling, winks, feels the touch of a hand has pierced the heart, a soft voice comes out of beautiful lips, signifying happiness, love fills the heart and the mind cannot be released only create problems and fights as if the touch is felt continuously without knowing the ticking of the wall clock, the night is getting more beautiful, thoughts are carried away by pleasure, can't buy diamonds, it feels like the world belongs to the two of them but only for a moment.

The madness of love transcends the limits of the deepest dreams, the perfection of the story of the love affair between two different people, night turns to night, the heart beats waiting for a surprise, warmth is lulled into the strains of the seeds of sincerity, drunkenness haunts the silence of the night, emitted bright points of light piercing the eyes, entering through the wounded heart, the scars of the red lover's pain The pain is unbearable, it feels like the soul must be turbulent with two hearts no longer united. The thought of losing one's life is as if it was lost, flying in search of a lost heart, hidden in the vast ocean of love, countless formulas and numbers.

Hope is just a memory, leaving pain in reminiscing about a romantic story, building two broken hearts with a painful story, being tormented by memories being trash that can't be thrown away all day, takes millions of years, deciphering stories of happiness that are timeless, eyes see, hearts, feelings and thoughts go back to those times. the gold of teardrops can't erase the scratch of a memorable story.

The heart has left without leaving a short message, but love is still standing waiting for the return of an irreplaceable figure in life, the world may rotate but the power of love remains on its axis, love is blind, the reality of love stands without the owner of a heart.