i am your passion's dialect
I wrote words to you
with the angels' quill
dipped in the ink of stars,
using the letters of quasar
created by my rainbow
in the curve of your zenith
On any cloud of the sky
I got moves of the fantasy
for the poesy you are,
my muse of the muses,
the lure of my demons
the metaphor of metaphors
the surreal of my realities
On any cloud of the sky,
it's been written by me
whispers of the universe
to you, — I Love You...
I Love You in a way which
doesn't feel human, for I am
your passion's dialect