I painted you in the pastel of my heartwhen thousands of colors were not enough
to caress warmly so many vagueness forms
in the steps of time and when all other painters
were breathing just black and white.
I reread you in noblest book rigged on a shelf
without the dust of the soul. I've muttered
the warmest song out of unnumbered sounds
thrown tenaciously toward of many ears
but some haven't afforded to listen to it.
I chose you be my director who turns drama
in a romantic story with a happy ending
knowing that the end actually embraces
a new beginning formulated to blow up
in another one verbalized in our mind.
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © coco