I looked at nature it was covered fully
With flooded and frozen colours .
I had to image that form,
I powerful attraction had died
From the steps .
Two lovers were accused
Each other,
Which was the thunder sword.
I appeared before my appearance.
Love had become criticised by
Lovers;
The worst blood poured over
The ethics of love.
Every time had taken as
No tally.
The man walked with blurring
His heart.
His lover had vomitted
The vocabulary of love
Placed a dictionary of complaints.
The man who had drunk
A black milk.
She had loved him at
The second time.
Her dictionary had kept it at
The second time.
Feared about her time and her
Ancestry.
No love is completed with
Perfect satisfaction.