I am writing a love poem.
Thank you very much,
Few hours now..not written much,
Because I don't know how to describe a beautiful smile..
And I sneezed,
According to superstition,
When you say something and sneeze, it's true,
I am sneezing again.
I want one million dollars today,
How come I am not sneezing about that.
Smile, smile, smile..
What else?
I like the shape, when people take care of them self..
One kind of beauty..
