i have a friend,
no,
a lot of friend,
in love,
but dont dare to say anything,
is it hard?
i dont know,
but an advise,
to all of you,
loving someone is easy,
but,
letting someone to love you is hard.
And loving someone doesnt care,
will they love you back,
and as long you love her,
and you been there for her,
you protect her,
and you do anything a lover can do,
this mean you really trully love her.
because,
loving someone without hoping she will love you back,
that is TRUE LOVE,because truelove need sacrifices.

Once there is a lonely night,
the moon shines alone in a
big dark sk,
me..............
sitting alone on a bench,
in a park,
seeing what i see the most,
people are sitting in pair,
except for me,
i'm alone..........alone,
people are moon veiwing,
the moon shine brightly tonight,
but no one realise that,
the moon is crying,
infact it is his tears that make him shine,
he is lonely,
just like me,
no star is shining with him,
he just can't stop crying,
so he pull a dark cloud to hide himself.
Then tears start falling from the sky,
it gets hearier and hearier,
people run into a near by restorant,
but i WALK alone,
to the lonely dark street.
Looking through the window,
people in pair,
are giving eachother present,
but for me,
my present,
haven't give her yet.
I try to fon her,
but there is no answer,
maybe she's not free,
maybe her fon's battery is dead,
i try to think positif,
and not to think that,
she doesn't love me anymore.
So i continue walking,
walking.......walking...
i think of her every second,
and evertime i walk a step forward.
Then i knee down to the floor,
i'm crying and crying,
non-stop....,
then i shout out her name to the sky.
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
i see somthing moving,
it's a gril runnig toward me,
is it really her???
then
i recieve a wonderful gift,
a hug,
it her all right,
no one will hug me except her,
it her,
we hug,
then in the rain,
we kiss,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
after the kiss,
the rain stop,
i wonder why,
the we go into the park,
now,
i know why the moon stop crying,
the moon now is not alone,
the nouthern star is right deside him,
and they shine together.
A wonderful night,
The best VALLENTINE ever.