Modern love poems 1: It's good for me to secretly love you.
I have nothing to repay.
You said you didn't want to go back.
As long as you are kind to me, it is the best reward for you.
No one is so kind to me without you.
I am very grateful to you.
But I feel more guilty about you.
The more I feel guilty about you, the more I want to run away from you.
I tried to accept you.
But I can't fool my heart.
That's irresponsible for you.
You're lying to yourself, too.
Sorry, I have no love to return.
Modern love poem 2: Because of love, because of quail's love, Kiboro Hasava buried the fallen soul.
The Arabian Sea is a soul without regrets.
Forgotten stone, the fire of hell burns the soul of stone.
Because of love, the sound of the waves still calls for familiar names in the distance.
A path on yellow leaves hurt the withered figure of acacia.
Because of love, Mara's happiness in hand is the concern of heart and heart.
Because of love, nail-marked hands lead us out of loneliness in the wilderness.
A ship is full of reminding and caring love, because with love, it floats forward under the comfort of the sea.
A dove flew over the mountains and storms from Jerusalem.
The song is deep because of love.
Ark, Noah's Ark, because of love, save repentant souls.
An olive tree, because of love, the green on its branches,
Hope of life is floating.
Because of love, the tent of meeting once again cares, protects and pities us.
Sister, please take down the water bottle and give me water to drink.
Please drink. I'll give you a camel, too.
Because of love, body and soul are intertwined.
A tail fish is immersed in the shining soft waves,
Because of love, happiness roams in the soft waves.
Modern Love Poem 3: A kiss from a Valentine's Day flower can make this flower,
I blushed instantly,
Some gentle words passed through my ears,
Which sentence falls in my heart,
There is such a sincere smile in the corner of my eye.
Gently, almost quietly close to your side,
Afraid of shaking off a bright petal.
Falling with the wind,
Move with the wind,
In any case, wherever we go, there is a person there.
I want this flower to be as bright as when it is on the branch.
Close to you,
Hang it on your face,
You know the faith of flowers better than the flower branch,
And my words, intoxicated by this fragrance.
Don't call me if I don't want to wake up,
The cruelty of waking up, okay?
At least I stopped crying,
A sweet nightmare.
Unforgettable cruel time!