Falling Of Her Love Poem by Louis Borgo

I am stopping for the fall the falling of her love,

Breath taking surrender like a circle of darkness,

That revives a raven to caring a soul,

When ideas is one what reach out for the speeches,

Lay me among the heaven I believe you start a revolution,

If I am to be honest to be honest is fact of you,

To close the distance revolve around me like the moon to the night,

And I can't wait to watch the stars,

If loneliness is despair sign my name in cursive's to get the full meaning,

Most mean would dare not to ask what women mean name and that,

My friend is when you know,

I am stopping for the fall the falling of her love.