Love..

I love someone.
I know he doesn't love me.
He looks at me with his brown eyes
and my heart been full of love to him.
His eyes and heart is full off love and kindness.
He had a very big heart inside his body.
One tear falling down on my cheek when I whisper his name!
I whisper his name until my tears are end.
When my tears are end so laugh I because I know that:
He doesn't think on me so my tears aren't worth that.