Who helped me write a love poem, kneel and beg for a love poem written by myself .

Dew. I'm on the tip of a tender green blade of grass.

I'm in the heart of a flower with loose sleepy eyes.

I didn't say to people, "Forget-me-not".

Early morning and night.

I fend for myself and die for myself.

I am not the tears of the stars.

Nor is it a shining pearl.

I am who I am. A drop of pure nectar.

Very few people pay attention to me, and I don't complain.

So—what's the matter?

A sunny and charming early morning.

I will sublimate into one.

Beautiful white clouds.

Who is the ringing ringer.

Ask when the day is old? When will the land be extended?

In the depths of my heart, there are a thousand knots.

Thousands of knots can't be untied, and the ups and downs are all over the garden.

When is this sorrow and hatred? Who can know my heart and my love!

Since entering the heavy door that day, the wind has not been silent and the moon has not been traced.

Only the heart is knotted, who is the bell untier?

Promise. My expression is at a loss because of you;

My eyes twinkle because of you;

My life is fought for because of you;

My happiness is because of you;

With the tenderness of my life, and the protection of my life, I prove my promise to love you...The poem is not long, no matter how long the poem is, if it is not injected with emotion, it is just....Use the slowest speed and the most affectionate tone to let the other party feel their infatuation through the verses....Well, it's not just a poem, it's just three words....It can be worth thinking about for a lifetime....I wish you a happy wedding....Growing old together....

In this life, you will be with you, and in the next life, you will be with you.

The previous dynasty repaired the fate of the same boat, and tomorrow it will be repaired for the pillow to sleep.

I can't write love poems myself, so forget it, go and quote famous people.

"My Love" poem Sun Dajun.

A woman, a woman who is not loved, a romantic woman, a woman with a strange temper, a woman who does not follow the usual path, she has her ideas, she insists on her practices, she is not social, she has her way of life, she does not go to work, she can support herself, she is a semi-stupid woman, a stupid woman also has someone to spend her money, she wants to be single for a long time, live a free life, she wants a husband, wants a child, it is just her heart, just in comparison with others, she is afraid of her husband and children, she is afraid of getting married, She's afraid of hardship, yes, she shouldn't get married, she has what she deserves, she still has online dating, what kind of online romance is it, a beautiful spiritual partner, can I be a partner with you?

She can still be leisurely, she can still be clingy, she still wants men to love her more, she has her waves, what a good time, I spend time on it from time to time, in order to have a little meaning, in order to be closer to everyone, my love, you are so low-level.

Butterflies love flowers. The spring rain is blue and the sky is clear all night, the smoke locks the eyebrows, and the wind is gloomy and lonely. The single clothes are still cold, and the only one talks to Qing in his life.

Wake up from a deep dream, look at your eyebrows, and smile without makeup. In the clouds and the sea are wide and longing, thousands of wisps of lovesickness are like bone pain.

I wish you all to grow old together, but poetry doesn't mean much.