Your eyes stare like an arrow, which you released to the centre of my heart. Although you keep your emotions still, your breath still beautifies the atmosphere.
I dance at the end of sadness, following the rhyme of your manners. Although you sow the seeds of your grace, when will you ever harvest the fruits of love? What remains are just a bouquet of missings.
My nights would be like nights with thousands of stars lied on the skies framed by the starlights, if you were here. Just to accompany, just to cope with the grace which are all served on the side of the punctured heart.

Cheapo Romance