missing you at night

I never know what the pain of love was

since i love you

this is the 48th poems for you

i said i will write poetry day by day

i see these flowers boom

these rose as the same with a wonderful life

walk across mountians

across much more rivers

it was so hard to live

no one can know and understand my thought in my heart

maybe i will become a blind man

because i cry for missing you

compaining to that time gone by so quickly

what kind of flower dig into my heart

i dig a seed of love in our world of love

i was so convince that these seeds will grow up

the rainy in the road as you cry for me

i pray that we can enjoy these seed become the flower

as these seeds grow to be a red flowers

it will be time that we write our love story

at the night

did you ever walk and stand under the yellow light

i drink a cup of coffee in the left side of the love river

there were full of all beer of love

the beer of river is a river of love

only God in the church knows what my love was

i really hope to drink these beers

i do not want to wake up from dream

it was not a dream

the stream of the river call for a love of forever

as i drink a cup of coffee in left riverside

the feelings of missing you is these black coffee

drinking these black coffee can take me to fall in a romantic with you

drinking these beers can take me to forget my pain to missing you

i usually stand by the dark light a lone

why the Romeo love his lover so hard and very cold

maybe each one ever drink the black coffee as they fall in love

a burning fire was so hot as my hot love

the cup of coffee was full of missing you so much

after drinking a cup of coffee at the night

each time i drink the cup of black coffee each time missing you

no body can stop missing you

i put the red rose into the cup of coffee

as you had fallen in our love

i see thought the glasses of the cup

love is inner of the cup

after i put the rose into the cup

i shout my tears to the rose

see it to grow up day by day as i love you day by day

you were the rose

our feeling for each other is the seeds of the rose

after one year

we will see these seeds will be full of our heart

the black coffee was so sour

as i sit on the chair of the left riverside

i listen a song from playing violin

althought it was a night time

i had only a friend with me

it is the yellow light and my shadow

and a cup without coffee

the rose and these seeds where i dig it into our future

can you know or do you love me,too?