Juvenile love poems

Spring breeze is like a young man's heart, and you can't help but hate it in your spare time.

Love when you feel right! But don't say forever, every day feels different, let alone the future.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy.

You are beyond my imagination, and I am beyond your imagination.