Please help me write a love poem, and everyone help me write a poem

The dark clouds have carved a shadow in our hearts.

I listen to the mood that has been silent for a long time.

Clear and transparent, like a beautiful landscape.

It's always in the memories that I can see clearly.

Can the broken heart continue to love me?

I forcefully took my warm hands.

The gentleness of the past has been locked by time.

There is only lingering sadness left.

The slowly falling maple leaves are like missing.

I lit a candle to warm the autumn at the end of the year.

The aurora swept across the horizon.

The north wind blows and thinks of your face.

I burned my love to fallen leaves.

But he couldn't get back to the familiar face.

The slowly falling maple leaves are like missing.

Why should it be redeemed before winter comes?

Love you through time.

Two lines from the tears of late autumn.

Let love permeate the ground.

All I want is you by my side.

Can the broken heart continue to love me?

I forcefully took my warm hands.

The gentleness of the past has been locked by time.

There is only lingering sadness left.

The red rain wafting on the mountainside.

As the north wind withered, I gently swayed the wind chimes.

I want to awaken the abandoned love.

Snowflakes have covered the ground.

I'm afraid that the maple leaves outside the window have frozen over.

Late night silence. Light the lighter, light the cigarette at the same time.

You are also ignited.

If it is light, if it is dark, it is faint.

Shaking in front of my eyes.

This time. The night was lonely for me, and the room was empty for me.

Except for missing you. What else can I do.

The poem has been written with gray hair.

I can't write about myself as gray-haired.

without experiencing love.

I will sue you.

I have taken your flesh and blood.

Little by little, it was built into my body.

Be old. It can only age with you.

You are Xiaote, flying and flying in the sky;

I'm shuangshuang, chasing and chasing on the ground.

I love you, just as a cowherd loves a weaver girl, just as a farmer loves corn.

I dreamed of you last night, really.

You looked at me silently with affection, I was demented and suspicious for a while, picked up a small wooden stick and stabbed it, hey! You're really hard

Don't try to shake the world and cry ghosts and gods......Write how you feel, and the most important thing is to express sincerity.

It's a hidden-head poem:

Happily go to the peach source, please yourself and people's hearts.

My generation is a new generation, and joys, sorrows, and sorrows go with him.

Joy is true, you are my destiny.

There are life tips in QQ space.

Angel's smile is still so beautiful, with a flush and a slight upturned corner of her mouth, evoking us, the memories of our first love.

One by one, a photo album, recording the light and shadow of the times.

My love with you, unseparated, haunts me like a dream.

Actually, you are my Angel, I like your willfulness and coquettishness.

Because, your smile is always the most beautiful.