Anon. Love Poems:

I don't brag that I'm a poet.

Even if you take seven steps into poetry, and your belly is full of warp,

Can't withstand the cold snowflakes of winter.

The north wind swept through the frost in the dream,

Strangers

Don't bother me

I have nothing for her to ask,

Just want to take ordinary days

Cook into a bowl of hot soup.

I am my own king

Bring all comedy or tragedy

Transformed into

Chaplin's silent confession

End with tears or laughter

You're on your own