Everything love him
Even the ground he walk on
How my eyes can't shine when I hug him.
How precious my love is and we share the same breath.
He is my moon light, my morning, my shine.
His heart wrote M the great love of him.
And I wrote he is my life, my rest of life.
I don't care people's blame.
I only want to gain that love
If I lost it i feel shame.

The earth is happy with it and the path that he trample.
And why doesn't my eyes become happy when I am in a hug. 
Oh how do I boil and my breath is from his breath.
It is my night's light, and it is my morning and my luminous.
His heart wrote an M and his sketch's garden was flowering.
And I wrote it in my lifetime, the rest of my life.
 I don't have people, if I wander off guards.
 I did not win his heart and did not go ahead of myself.

Good poem.