You are beautiful above the stars, as I wish my eyes shall always be remain at your gaze towards like a glorious portrait.
Such rosy life, alas I whim that you could even share a drop of butterflies in your stomach.
"Before my eyes were a couple walking on the street, slowly I realize my heart aches."
With such a gorgeous jewel, I long to touch you behind an apparent glass.
I've always cherish you in my mind, but lately it diminish little by little, as it sluggishly forget you.
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"La Petit"
PoetrySuprisingly minor in sentiment. Where chiefly Men (human in general) will never understood pathos in these poem. It was written for the fact that these feelings should remain bury where no one can comprehend the rhetorical rhasody of sadness.
