poem

Everytime I write a poem, 
When I think about him.
I can see him in the morning,
In the evening in my dream.

I can here him in the silens,
I can see him at the sky.
I can feel him in his styles.
I can be a butterfly.

If the love will bring me my dream
And the star will close my eyes,
I'll remember that her eyes - green
And forget, that his like ice.

If I could to know where are you.
If I see you at my side.
I don't know if I'll say "love you"
Or I'll leave it in my mind.