…and your whispers, (all Greek to me), made my soul flutter, and lips tingle ‧ my mind translated them as it wished, — living a dream, (want you to want me) ‧ in my lungs, I could feel growing wings, — translucent wings, silky, caressed by lust ‧ my digestive system was overburdened by cocoons' crews, ready to free butterflies ‧ from the forehead of love, I could taste your moistened lips slipping on my lips ‧ like a metaphor of a poet, my eyes shone, letting flow joy in a sweet-toned cascade ‧ the meeting with you was good for me, while falling in love was a magic bonus

I've been anointed with the sky's lotions when I was born ⋯ love was waiting for me, pure and frenetic, passionate and bright ⋯ with a texture, delicate and graceful, I've got a prophetic name ⋯ my duties were to keep my family happy, brimming with pride ⋯ lessons transmitted by my loved ones to me, implemented top augur ⋯ the faith expressed is to live together peacefully, side by side ⋯ equally, yet different, you can't run from love, but towards it ⋯ now, my mood whistles bizarrely, a song's riffs across the room ⋯ always in love, migrating on your thought's eyelid, I'm your rhyme