An Unnamed Poem For Love

I do not know the art of flirting, nor have I ever tempted an unripe flower, that is why I am alone, But no one can reach even the grain of my mad love, which is greater than any human being, free, like the grass grown on its own, which oscillates in the wind and is as unknown as the Bile for the inanimate person… And, when I say that she not only settled in my heart, but she is beating inside me, means that I love her much more, than a person, in particular can love you!...