thrill

all my longing for you had started arguing with me,
but you came... [the meeting with you stopped it...]

in my modern loneliness, your whisper is like a violin
whose strings only I can touch 'em, to calm me down

any of my worries get metamorphosed in a sweet thrill
as your lips slip on my skin's skin to spell a new song

in your arms, my love for you is lyric; any radio station,
in my deep blue galaxy, plays continuously its hit

…and i'm not dreaming, but if i'll do, don't wake me up


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