Romantic Poems

...since my desire
drops as many
as rain drops.
No need a paper
or crossing lines
to count it.
Embrace my heart,
and count its pulse...
I miss you that much, Princess.

That's why it
called "my heart"
Pump softly as
the wind massage the sky.
Throbbing aggressively
as a zigzag foam.
And the blood of
love is the air.
With the desire spirit
that pass across the chest.

Everyone keeps
a lump of sun in
their selves.
Some are rising and
some are going down.
My sun shining
twenty four hours.
Is there any
laundry dry yet?
Are there any trashes
you want to burn?
Come, close them into my face.

Come on princess,
whip my time horse,
make it run a little,
and meaningful.

I feel so small
in the middle of
my wideness.
Your water spots
is huge in your
little water drops.
You cover with cold.
And the more you
come approach,
the more
the universe burnt.
Millions of you
now go down flooding me.
I would never
flow over, Princess.
I dig my soil deeper
and open every
cracks to absorb you.

No matter how deep
the happiness,
there is always
the same deep
disappointment
keep following
as a shadow.
Oh, My Princess,
what are you doing now?

Princess,
please come back
to this castle.
One little universe
that can swallow
the earth if I
would spread
it out.