anonymous

Someone feels he's in love
with you.
Like a dove
looks this feeling. So odd,
but reminds of a shot.
Deja vu?
May be so, may be not,
its breathtaking. So sorry,
a shame,
Still can't tell you my name.
However, don't worry.
Because love is the point of my story.
You're a wonder
of time
As a thunder,
my crime
is my love. Its immense.
And i mean what i say,
does it makes any sense?
I've got May
in my soul...
Yet no difference
so far,
for this bowl,
this love jar
lays away
from the chance
in my hopeless romance.
Number one in love chart,
and the only in list
time to say you good bye
sending this
simple kiss
of my.