Black Sketch

In the mind embedded a thousand looks
The pain of your love ...
Diabolical color that does not cross
You try to glare with a flame ...

This form of confusion is formed
You still stick to the line
Until there was no painting
In the sketch of the love of your creation

Do not hesitate without saying a word
Sweet you're born to your tongue
But the fact is that I understand
Serve the gall like every one of your words

Oh ...
Stop the heartbeat
Let him shine white as before
I do not adore the blame of your love
Let me without your love