Romantic Poems

I miss you, you said, on the night

where poem struggling, sliding away,
pushing, destroying, crushing, intoxicating me. Obviously I read the silence
on your poetic face. O, thousand of rays left from the eyelid.

I miss you, you said, like a silent

that stabbing, curving,
tapping the whole body.

I miss you, you said, on the silent

night, no sounds
breaking the dawn, the morning where my nervous came to your face.

... a poem