I know and realize ... That i am ... For you ... Just only as a words ... Just a poet who writes ... And you only just read my words ...
But you don't know ... That ... I write ... Within feelings ... That were formed because of you ... While ,... I even know ... That you don't feel me as I feel you ... Even ... I don't know why ... My words search for you every day .. Whenever I convince it of the impossibility of meeting .. It look at me ... And says ... Keep write ... As long as you feel ... So,.. I will keep write ... maybe ,... there is nothing called ( impossible ) ...