O Love Come, Stay, Care Till Curing

Dear please come Bring a tissue of kiss, a tissue of immune soul. Erase the tears of heart, Make a bandage till healing , Stay and care till curing. Dear come and look- love is moaning here, dark blue and graceful face- stares at your rose with a painful eyesight. You clasp red, white, purple roses with blush hand! In this morning moon of last night covers all beauty with cloudy wave, the sun doesn’t get opportunity to discover the love, nerve and veins are boiling here as integrated story of your love! There is no song of birds in this cast away forest where you are alone And I am alone with my tears