when you don't want to talk to anyone, I am the silence hidden in a magic sound you're not looking for it, but somehow you listen to it with angel eyes, confident cos I will always find a way to get to you
his galaxy abounds with inspiration and pours love... and melancholy, — right there up above, spinning on the ray of a star, I feel I am… — seduced I'm drawn by him in a poem I'm the flower of his dreams well-mannered by the spirit of his ink
somehow, you achieved to turn up the heat in my soul by unwinding an incredible universe, well lengthened tween mysterious galaxies, [magnificent and imbecilic], becoming so, a fire on, up in all atoms of my very being, induced to feel you simultaneously my moon and sun, posed on a nebulous sky for no one suitably to discern the accurate intimacy essence of your grandeur to me
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
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
love is food [I feed you] l'amour est nourriture [je te nourris] 𓇼 love is a scent [I perfume you] l'amour est un parfum [je te parfume] 𓇼 love is music [I sing to you] l'amour est musique [je te chante] 𓇼 love is a feeling [I live it] l'amour est un sentiment [je le vis] 𓇼 daily I wake up to be rebirthed in dreams tous les jours je me réveille à renaître dans d'autres rêves 𓇼 in my dream, reality is you, [love] dans mon rêve, réalité c'est toi, [l'amour] 𓇼 this insatiable passion it feels like summer... cette passion insatiable ça sent à l'été... 𓇼 touch me ... breathe me ... [birth me...] touche moi... respire moi... [naissance-moi...]
it fell the love in its knees, thanking me for the manner I crayon it it stamped the moment, the happiness and... [my fantasies came to life] any pains, worries, and fears got drifted in nothingness, letting light in choreographed by earthly passions, I'm glorified stylishly in a healthy splendor my smiles cast out the debilities of some who reproachfully stare at my colors' tempo I'm the music's realm, I'm the party's altar, ready or not, welcome to me, — soul
Under the influence of the moon's breeze, music witchery is touching me and metamorphose me in the whispers of stars, properly orchestrated by your wildish thoughts, making me look like a tableaux vivant out of your preferred color palette in the abstract, as if we're meant to be metaphysical as one. Under the influence of the moon's breeze, your incantations appears organized, whenever, wherever, and in any way ever, inciting me to add additional loves' names to your love for me. Under the influence of the moon's breeze and of its charisma, I invoked dream's power to lure you inside my unpredictability to mention your name, – ( give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain ).
On a banal day, everyone you'll meet will tell you, relax, it'll pass away. But nobody will say how and when. Me, like everybody, I'm gonna tell you, — I've been there. I was confronted with a situation similar to yours... [almost...]. Didn't you feel first an indescribable pain that ran through your veins and blood, and all your being, working like a symbiotic, trying to transform you into something else, enough to be able to face fighting with your fury, with your weakness, with every fear that you've been thought that's well hidden? [surely, you felt it... surely, you've been transfigured...] If somebody will tell you that understands you, believe not. It's far to be similar to something lived by others. You have to resist not to lose your mind. Hold on till will appear that bright day to wake you up. Once awakened, you will observe you have the same look outside, but inside you'll be different. You'll be much stronger. You'll have a n...
...the present day came equipped in the day of yesterday, as if it's gotten back for more, to perform in you, — [you...], [my naughty dream installed at the sun's extremities] ▫▫▫ furtively, i looked at it, puzzling itself in its own love, embellished with the beads of the moments, lived at the neck of thoughts, while it studied amour's ABCs, [and...], [and timidly, the present day has stolen me a smile] ▫▫▫ in a flash, happiness wings grew gently from my soul in my chest; the insanity of impatience began to waltz; emotions knew they're translated by no other than you, [all in all…] [all in all, romance language intimidates, whatever day]