Heart Painting

Wrong, if you said this morning was overcast. The morning was sunny there. The overcast was a sense of my heart. Yes, my heart is cloudy. Languish because of you. Ah ... not really because of you. However, because of me that can not give what is the hope.
Really I can not.
"Do not you force me to write of love."
"But that's what I want right now."
"Then how should I write it, Han?"
Hani asked me to write. Yes, writing about my feelings to him. He wants them to love language. Maybe there is doubt in the liver, which is the reason about the one that begged. I can not if you have to write a love.

Soon the sky was bright. Ah ... was not long before the sky became overcast again. The sky was overcast this may be a sasmita. A sign asked to immediately prepare the coming of rain. Sometimes the rain came just as I do not want it. Perhaps also, the rain can become my inspiration to write of love. Ah ... the rain came nevertheless. But still I could not write it.
"Ren, I'm disappointed. I know you are always romantic with the words of others. Then, why not me? I just want you to write me love!"
Hani again asked what is the hope.

Okay, Hani. I will describe about feelings, rather than write about love. However, liver Painting. As this would:
"My hearts I can not tell you. Of course there are times when applications must be feeling in the nuances of words visualization. However, the meaning is always there as a representation of the heart. Do you begged me to write it. Because, basically human language (words) would not be enough to write it. Enough will I describe my feelings only. Then you will ask. Like what? First I would say through language, then will I represent to sell, eventually I hope you can see and feel how beautiful my heart. Yes, wonderful sense of my heart that I described in conjunction with an existing sense of love for yourself.
"Maybe it's just the rain that can diminish the color. So keep a good picture of this my heart. Later this will be an antidote to a very nostalgic to me. Then you will ask, why? Ah ... dear, again I remind you do not ask why. Yes, I would regret it.
"Painting is the work of my last heart for you. Painful is not it? It should you know before. Should nevertheless be beautiful you know my heart, will also amazed by the sense that I gave, in a promise of sincere hearts. I'm sorry for yourself. Will pintamu about writing love. Honestly I'm not a clearance sale the word love, I was honest I love you with all my heart. Therefore, I describe my heart. I hope you understand. I frame as a memorial. "

The sky was bright again as the rain had subsided. Ah ... wrong if you say the sky is sunny, bright my heart right back. As the rain stopped as the beginning of the Matari began to appear like the dawn of the morning painting my world in the liver.
"Good-bye love, I take my picture for you ..."