Meet sincere love of a poem

Rain drops on the glass window, he waved to find the address of the river. I'm looking for the address of your heart. I found the lake: a pool of quiet, with no waves without singing, then I sink into poetry nodes. That's what special about you, when segayung rain washed the palms of your hands, I get carried away in it, the seas calm your arms. So I disguised rain, heavy hug, kiss your face with a smack patter that never completed.

I was wandering in the palm of your hand without stopping, along the river garisgaris luck. Each line is its meaning. Take me to the estuary called love. I was there to paint the yellow sawahsawah with traces of my life. Grass, weeds, memories, and the flowers miss. Tears and the universe. Rain and prayer. Spread the light tent where we spent the time and coals. Each star is a gift. Every point in time that I picked for you.

I want to write such a line of dew that you insert in a lyrical bud in your mouth. Pretty sweet though only couplet smile. I know, poetry is not always created by the word. But only with my words can tell you this poem.