the loyalty of an impeccable, known " l'grand solitaire ", it is a hobbyist of dreams that's revising its priorities, adopting passionately and yet furtively, a love's course ‧ it knows that fate will not be blamed for sloppy games of the ignorant folks who fail to adjudge that a schism it is just another way to spend time with the lovely one ‧ after all, a dream has dreams to remember… by and by
every morning, before sniffing out the day's whispers, I'm taking first, my adrenaline's dose, [as usually] ‧ the sun, the chirping of the tiny sparrows, the breeze of the sea, try impressing my windowpane ‧ each of them takes care of any part of me, improving magically, my coiffure, my eyes, my mood ‧ the hugs, the kisses, the innocent giggles, are advanced by love's light that loves bathing in me...
you, in any of my thoughts, kill the silence with the jaw of the fantasy; the light of your vocalizes fills the darkness making saints and devils tremble; hidden behind a mask, everyone omits how fragile you are, [hero/antihero at once]; like an insane wildish force of sea's vortex is your character acting in the love's name; and is, and is not revenge, and is, and is not justice, but just your elixir, quelling a gaffe;
an explicit saline councilor in the deepness of my eyes, sings prominently your song its treasured susurrations bent to my heart's pond, somewhere in the right ventricle a beauty orchestrated by lungs like a Scottish bagpipe sound made to oxygenate all senses
an unstoppable artistically silhouette [it's mine, not yours] a frisson into body blues concealed [that's yours, not mine] dream-makers are drawing the mood [eagerness has charm] any thought into my dreamt dreams [prove it to be what I need now] loving you, loving me is not fantasy, [even if all about it looks so alike]
my emotion got been written at the morning coffee with the ink of dream that dreams me… the influence of mine with yours spun up to the sky for blooming in a color's custody full of desires… our lust made us confess again, how wildly about we're to each other… then… everything around us smiled
coffee, — (sweeten with the honey of blues), hot, — (as in as much to feel its vibration), firmly, — (to wake up into a delicious dream), served, — (blueprint of your lips on my lips), when, — (what about you'll give me a sign), price, — (my only one smile)
lend me your freshness, — i asked for it to spring's season, and it doubled my scent ‧ lend me your joyfulness, — i asked for it to summer's season, and it doubled my adventure ‧ lend me your opulence, — i asked for it to autumn's season, and it doubled my energy ‧ lend me your calmness, — i asked for it to winter's season, and it doubled my dreams ‧ lend me your puissance, — i asked for it to all seasons, and they doubled their gifts to me… …freeing my deep blue skill, adequate to make you feel real, — and yet, never enough, you lure me on and on and on
I know your name… It dawns every morning in my thoughts… but I do not say it aloud, too terrified that the poetry you are with its fragile cat's paw, it'll fall apart somewhere, not where I wait ‧ I know your name… I whisper it daily, enough to not destabilize the chemistry of us… but also, — me to not be somehow incriminated for my mind bears you deeper than the eye can see ‧ I know your name… I know y'know I know a bit extra than some