in this place

i am the story of love, —

[a love that respected

and broke any rules...]

[passion, romance, jealousy,

fight, and harmony, —

all that the waves of life

brings and takes,

expected and unexpected]

[a love that wore diamonds

and the mysterious pieces,

issued by the knees of ground

and lungs of the universe]

[a love proudly and modestly

in its suit, confectioned

in the realm of dreams, —

such real that looks unreal]

…

i am the story of love,

the daughter of summer and winter,

i've got every of their stuff in me,

i'm chilly enough to soothe you,

i'm fiery decently to heat you up,

i am flesh and bone,

i'm able to feel you in my navel

i am the story of love, —

i've got that certain thing...

i was born to love you...

you could be or not in this place

of my story written with my nails

moistened deeply in the bloody moon,

[doesn't depend on me what you wish]