love break up

closely ......
we weave together
in every joy and sorrow
now we fused

broke up .....
braid drawn .....
started regardless ...
the wind blows

fading and start to break .......
Initially we weave closely
integrating it with firmness
without any suspicion

there is mutual trust ....
however ....
sustained us entangled
by jokes are created

finally ...
a neat braid
gugar wiped
by spotting the confusion in the chest .......