Burning Papers-love poems

I Miss you

Her voice utters in the empty corners of the streets,
As I submit to the insanity of my minds,
Her shadows enhance the frame of my dreams,
While I drift between the marching crowds of empty cities,

My soul from within itself abandons my body,
To the empty crowds I travel for a journey,  
In search for your presence,
You are here ,I feel your heartbeat approaching mine,

The silent crowd sways me,
as they crash into me,
Lost vision, no sight,
but a crumbling voice that guides me,
to your heartbeat,
I search,
here and there,
nothing I find.

I miss the most precious of people,
I miss the love and tenderness,
and as if time stops without you,
as if every hour seems a lifetime,

Today, ,
 I wrote to you;
about the pain that I shall keep,
Concealed between the ribs of my heart