I write because you exist, It s because you hurt me and make me happy at the same time Maybe we make life to complicated when it s so simple If you love someone tell them If you miss someone tell them If you care about her tell her But me , I become so stupid that I lose a chance to be with her maybe for a lifetime But I write this because my tells something different Until now this love is still begging for you to know Until when ? Until I write many poems about you And show all it to you to make you feel how my love is deep for only you