I just want to be called love poet, no other nickname I don't want.

I quited following youth age so plainly at relatively earlier, then I knew that love acquirement must be so tough, then I want to be called love poet.

Love storm looks like windy interlocking on flat and so even plain.

Only field's spatial extent and expanse make windy interlocking.  

Love looks like windy crossing or accidental crash together, seasonal budding aspect in changeable configuration switching the landscape's meaning.

Meeting occasion and timing or relevant cause make lovers' running aspect.

Love is never so fragile but so persistently matching completion must be modified at compromising mind made up by the ones.

Mutual disharmonized half discord makes pretending to get accord.

Love is so flashy illuminable illusion, only the one who knows so earlier in life could make the one love poet.
Because love means struggle, not besieged only with peace.

Love is disciplene.

Love poet must be worrier for letting anyone know that love is Satanic fantasy when the one reads poetries.
The ones wants love simultaneously.

Then consequently love means almost beginning of spring days' having strong gust and bluster making interlocking with insertion, crossing and convergence.

Days make human socially periodic mode transition.
Days tell Satanic siren at affecting human socially so threatened with new-typed transformed contagious wave.

Sunny lighting makes many budding, but it just gazes at all windy interlocking.
Light and wind make only temperature heated at medium touch to our own skin.

This seasonal feature is just green grass, apricot trees with budding make twinkling whitened yellowish ladybug tasty illumination.

Landscape look in love means visualized sounding tone.
It gives some fluctuating wave for mating season, human is unexceptional.

Lovers need a suitable bush for loving so secretly.

Visually so brightened scenery locomotion makes lovers so amorously libido excitement.
Love poet must be awaken to all these immanent change. 

Then occasionally the one who can never throw all desire to discribe it away from the mind must make the one's nostrils stimulated and that seductive atmosphere guides the one to create so Eros agitating word's cell chain.

That siren calls the one love poet, so the one is the apostle to convey a spring for all flesh incarnated palpitating ones.

Spring makes all the one love poet.

Mar.  10th.   2021