I think

. . .I think. . .
my dear, I call you in the bottom of my heart .
However, if you're with me , I could not utter the mouth , not your ears do not want to hear , but when I want to meet let me forget all the happiness of all . Excited inhibit my throat, I have only silent, staring in your eyes like you. Like you, in the fingers nimble fingers . I carefully knock out the text line by line , but can not melt on your Acacia . Between the lines is you. I just want you happy happy happy and joy you bring me , like , there is a well filled , every inch of Acacia in the flash of the moment. you pleasure my thoughts, you make my spirit happy. I can not stop thinking of you , like your love , though you are in the distance, but still drifting towards me, did not stop a moment ....Can be removed only under the brow , but our hearts .
mind when thinking of you, there is a cone prickly pain. Produced only in the moment , and then , and You Hu 's gone , when I know it is because you want to vary your preparedness when it was quiet. Then just a few seconds, then quietly come from head and Health, from the foot to the body through, a kind of electric shock -like hemp, the end, did not forget to stop in the heart , once again , such as needle -like sharp stabbing heart Of which at soft.
you say you love the more deep, Acacia more pain. However, my heart written on her face , you can not see , he was the night to glimpse , and it lit a light of stars , let me pour the tenderness of the moon where to find you. Hide my eyes with tears , in time also expel , wet my eyelashes .
feel this way in memory of ups and downs. Such as the night wind blowing the sea, in the ebb and flow of emotion. Dear. I want you. . . . . .