A romantic poem in which a girl confessed to a boy.

I suggest you write it yourself. If you can't write it, you'd better read something graceful and restrained, and then write the following words for your reference when you feel.

When I'm drunk, I help myself find old words. I also tried red paper, and I was a little worried about sending bottles.

Leave me infatuated for a few degrees, smile at the Spring Festival, and take pictures of the moon before the flowers.

This poem is euphemistic, but if you have a good literary background in your heart, you can clearly know that you like her and you like her very much.