I let my mind be caught and decorated in a story portrayed in the colored sound of your fairyland well expressed in the language of lavender flowers trained to whisper tenderly and to wear my name in the fragranced echo of your velvety thoughts, you,   magnificent deity, the magician of my love who let self abandoned in my sweet drunkenness

My longing for you is hypnotizing... Is narcotic... What happens to me, it's beyond me... And this mastery, it's not up to us but just being afraid about what I feel or what you feel, — (especially the metaphysical aspects of us). You realize your love for me is pure and true, and this discovery perhaps intimidates you in a typical way as if you're part of my DNA, — (forever and evermore...) The sky is static but shows me exactly how to love you. I've been waiting for you muchly, from early origins to come... to live in my dream... in my thoughts... To let the emotions be written by... (atmosphere‽). Now, you're giving me colors... Even some fears. Then, some desires and lights... (expectations‽). I have you and I don't have you. Between us is a frozen border for being and not being together. In a ride named — Desire, we are and aren't there. It was so fine when we met on a day when we knew, (we are...) and, on another day, we remembered what we'...

if my mind and intuitions are provoked, if the blood trembles through my veins, if stormy passions get me back to life, if my principles are sliced while i act as an addicted without even knowing why, it's cos, perturbed, i incline to cast away to see no more ghosts but simply to fly without wings, convinced i'll be caught by two invisible arms in my  free-falling ; if a new sentiment appears as if the one i was once, feels embodied in someone i'd wanna be, lingering beyond palpable, it's because i met a charming one, who sipped me with music's mystery , even if i still haven't found what i'm looking for